#i'm not gonna be sober while all of you bitches get to get drunk and have fun

[delphi-dreamin]

1) I'm going to need to see this warrant you supposedly have, Officer.

2) Lucifer did not ply me with libations. I can't even get drunk off Demonus. You toolbags seem to forget that. Somebody bring me some tequila to one of these things just once, please. I'm begging.

3) Asmo is the best wingman a girl could ask for. Truly. He's got my back. 🥰

[gothgoblinbabe]

Drunken Words, Sober Thoughts

Logan Howlett x fem!reader

Warnings:  ( MDNI 18+) neighbor!reader,fem reader, Logan’s kinda rude for a lil’ bit, neighbors to frenemies to lovers? Idk, alcohol consumption (nothing 18+ happens while anyone is intoxicated), swearing, i can’t write Wade’s witty dialogue for shit pls bear w me, implied age gap, unprotected sex (wrap it up I beg of you), poking fun at the Kardashians a little, swearing and I think that’s it, but pls lmk if I missed any!

Summary: You have a little too much to drink one night in Wade's living room, resulting in an indirect confession that Logan absolutely hears through the thin drywall of his bedroom. Wade then ditches your usual weekend plans in an attempt at playing cupid - and it may just be the best favor he's ever done for you.

Word Count: 8K (get comfy bitch)

divider credit here and here

Being Wade Wilson’s best friend and neighbor included two main components:

Watching trash TV and getting drunk every other weekend - usually at the same time - and Wade wasn’t going to let his new roommate's attitude ruin it in the slightest.

“She’s gonna be here any minute and if you don’t pull the stick out of your ass and be nice, I'm going to lock you in your room like a sad, lonely dog.”

Logan only grunted in response, sipping his drink in the doorway and watching him run around the living room to make the place look livable.

He’d only moved in a couple weeks ago and Wade had been trying to introduce you both - inviting you over when he knew Logan had no plans - but every time, he was out the door before you were even opening yours across the hall. He’d try everything he could to avoid meeting new people, fearful that any type of real connection with someone would be ripped out from under him just like it had been many times before.

Wade huffed in satisfaction when he was done moving a few things around, standing in front of Logan with his hands on his hips.

“I mean it, kitty cat. She’s a sweet girl - keep the claws in.”

“Told you to stop callin’ me that.”

“Too bad, so sad, kitty.”

As Logan was considering puncturing three evenly spaced holes in both sides of Wade’s chest, they were both interrupted by a knock on the front door.

You were on the other side, of course, a twelve pack of beer under your arm. You rocked back and forth on your heels while you patiently waited for Wade to let you in. You did kind of hope you’d maybe get to meet his new roommate this time - it was a little odd that he was never there when you were.

He answered the door after a second, placing a hand over his heart dramatically when he saw the beer in your arms.

“For me? Aw, sugar, you shouldn't have,” he sighed as he took the box from your arms, ushering you inside.

“Did I have a choice?” you joked back, kicking off your shoes.

You followed him into the living room only to stop in your tracks.

Logan stood near the couch in his sweatpants, looking like he’d been dragged into the middle of the room to be put on display. He did reluctantly agree to stay for a second and finally let him introduce you so he could sulk back to his bedroom and nurse a bottle of whiskey till he fell asleep.

“Well, there he is,” Wade said in a lackluster tone, “now, he is house trained, but he does bite occasionally - “

“Fuck off.”

His deep voice surprised you a bit, unintentionally raising your eyebrows with your gaze still on him.

“ I'm Logan.”

You nodded politely and introduced yourself, shoving your hands in your pockets nervously. He was tall, definitely a good couple years older than you and incredibly handsome, all of which made your stomach erupt into butterflies.

And Logan did not like the way you were looking at him.

He’d seen it more times than he could count on the faces of every pretty young thing that tried to take him home from the bar, batting their eyelashes at him and laying hands on him like it would be persuasive in any way. It never worked, as his dismissive attitude sent a clear message. He couldn’t be bothered to take any of them up on their offers and wasn’t interested in fulfilling some fantasy they had about being with an older man. He didn’t think much about stuff like that anyway, avoiding any chance of vulnerability and attachment to someone he was sure he’d eventually lose.

And you still had that look on your face.

“Night.”

With that, Logan disappeared down the hallway to his room and shut the door.

“He’s not much of a talker,” Wade assured you, “probably for the best.”

From then on, you’d occasionally see Logan come out of his room while you were over - getting something from the kitchen, doing his laundry, coming and going - and each time you had to feign complete disinterest. Wade had quickly taken notice of how you tried to keep your head down every time Logan entered the room to hide your pink cheeks and - naturally - there was no way for him to be quiet about it.

When Logan came out of the bathroom one time with a towel around his waist and dripping wet hair as you and Wade sat at the kitchen island, your best friend was more than eager to run his mouth.

“Oh, c’mon, don’t do that to her!” he exclaimed, gesturing towards you, “you’re practically dangling meat in front of a starving dog - poor girl.”

You had your face buried in your hands with your elbows on the counter, wishing more than anything that you could sink into the chair and through the floor.

“God, shut up.”

Your voice was muffled by your hands but he still heard you.

“And put a stop to my job as cupid?”

Logan rolled his eyes and shook his head, turning towards his bedroom. He’d seen the way your eyes widened the second he’d opened the door, traveling all the way from his bare shoulders to the trail of hair that dipped under the towel. You’d turned pink almost immediately. It would have been something he’d found cute maybe a couple decades ago, before the very last bit of his naivety had faded away. Now, it was just infuriating to him. He could try to drop every hint on earth that he wasn't interested (which for him, just meant avoiding you completely) and you still looked at him like a lovesick schoolgirl.

This weekend came along like every other, texting Wade back and forth about snack options and finally getting up to shuffle across the hall with a bag of chips.

He answered the door as usual, ushering you in. You plopped yourself down on the couch and kicked your slippers off, clad in sweatpants and a tank top. He sat beside you and you propped your legs up on his lap, snatching the TV remote from the coffee table to flip through channels. You heard what you assumed was Logan’s bedroom door open down the hall, keeping your eyes glued to the TV. 

“Peanut! Care to join?” Wade exclaimed as he watched his roommate enter the open kitchen, digging around in the fridge.

You still didn’t tear your gaze from the screen.

“Hell no.”

That wasn’t much of a surprise.

“Your loss!” Wade reached for the pack of beer on the table, offering one that you gladly accepted, “but don’t bother us, keeping up with the kardashians is incredibly important.”

“Uh - huh.”

Logan disappeared again in seconds and Wade shook his head.

You focused back on the TV screen.

“So, how many minutes into the episode do you think one of them is going to start a fight?”

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Hours and many beers later, you were on the floor with your knees to your chest between the couch and coffee table as you tried to stifle your giggling. Wade was laid on the couch, no better off than you.

“Hey - hey, I wanna ask you somethin’,” his voice became a little serious, but he still had a shit eating grin on his face, “what are you into Logan for anyway?”

You dreaded the question, groaning and closing your eyes.

“Seriously! I mean, I’ve been here the entire time - “

“Wade.”

He looked at you expectantly, awaiting a response.

You contemplated your answer for a moment, your filter diminishing more and more with every sip of beer, “God, I don’t know, he’s - he’s jus’ big.”

You were snickering behind the beer bottle you drunkenly held in front of your face in an attempt to hide.

“I don’t think he’s that impressive. You know, he’s got small feet - tiny, like a child.”

That had you both doubled over, trying to muffle your laughs with your hands and the throw pillows strewn on the floor.

“Stop, stop - ” you choked out when you finally caught your breath, wacking him on the arm.

“Okay but really, what is it? I know you, you’re not into beefcakes,” he laughed and shook his head.

You sighed, not really thinking for even a second before you started speaking again.

“He’s older and he’s hot -”

“And completely cold and dismissive towards you.”

You rolled your eyes at his interruption but still nodded, “yeah - yes, but that’s not my point.”

Wade took another sip of his beer and motioned for you to continue talking.

“He, uh - ” you tried to bite down a giggle, your face turning pink, “I don’t know, I think he’d be good in bed.”

That made him sit forward on the couch, his mouth open in surprise, “I knew it! I knew you were a horny freak!”

“Am not!” you picked a pillow up from the floor and launched it at his face, “I’m allowed to be, anyway!”

“Whatever,” he caught the pillow in his hands, “I'm on operation ‘Cupid’ and I have never quit a mission, cupcake. So, what about him makes you think that? Is it because he's a hundred and eighty - something years older than you? He’s probably been passed around the block like a wh - “

“Okay,” you cut him off, cringing at the thought, “ I think I got the picture.”

Your mind began to wander again about Logan and you narrowed your eyes in thought, staring at nothing.

“What’cha thinkin’, honey bun?”

Wade's voice cut through your concentration and you shrugged, a smile creeping onto your face.

“Oh no,” he started, stretching the vowel, “you’re having a sex fantasy right now, I can see it on your face - disgusting. Tell me more.”

“What, you want details?” You laughed, giving up on trying to hide it if Wade could already read you like an open book. You were both terribly honest with each other - almost to a fault. 

“Not the full middle-aged-white-women erotica novel version,” he answered, “I can accept cliff notes.”

You thought for a moment, going down the mental list you’d made of all the assumptions you had about the older roommate that you rarely ever saw.

“He’s gotta have a huge dick. Like, massive.”

Wade nearly spit out his beer but nodded for you to continue.

“I’d let him, like - like,” you were giggling between words as you tried to form a sentence, “ fuckin’ rearrange my guts.”

That did make Wade spit his beer, which set off a train of uncontrollable laughter that you both tried to stifle. 

Still, throw pillows and hands over your mouths were not as effective as you believed. 

Logan’s eyes fluttered open, squinting in the dark. The digital clock on his nightstand read ‘2:24 am’ in red LEDs. He closed his eyes again and tried to drift back to sleep, only to be jolted up by the sound of the two of you laughing obnoxiously from the living room.

“For fuck’s sake,” he mumbled to himself, getting up to walk towards his door so he could tell you both to keep it quiet. As his hand touched the knob, he halted when he heard your voice.

“He’s probably good at eating pussy. He’d be like an animal - “

Logan was stuck in place, his eyes narrowed. Who the hell were you talking about? 

“Can we go back to the rearranging guts thing? ‘Cause I have to tell you, sister - he’s made of metal and he’ll really do it.”

That couldn’t be about him. He refused to believe you two were actually talking about him like that in the next room.

“I’d let him,” he could hear you snickering.

“Is this a daddy issues thing? The ‘I can fix him’ maneuver?” 

“I didn’t say I wanted to fix him, I said I wanted to fuck him.”

If this was about some guy, Logan should be relieved; thankful that you’d found a new target of infatuation. He should be relieved, but he was gripping the door knob like he was going to break it off.

Wade’s voice broke through his thoughts, “you’re lucky Logan’s not much into relationships, then.”

So you were talking about him. 

Your voice echoed in his head, your words cementing themselves into his brain. 

On the living room floor, you were chucking pieces of popcorn into Wade's direction, trying to land one in his open mouth. 

“Hey,” he started after catching a piece between his teeth and eating it, “if you do end up in Wolvies bed? Pics or it didn’t happen.”

You gasped and nearly chucked your empty bottle at his head, deciding against it when you remembered Logan was asleep in the other room. 

Logan was in the other room.

Just as you were about to panic to Wade about Logan overhearing your foul-mouthed and horny drunk rambling, you both heard the click of his door coming unlocked and the creak of the hinges. He appeared at the doorway in a beater and pajama pants, his hair sticking up in every direction. Truthfully, he looked cute.

“Shut the fuck up, both of you. It’s two in the morning.”

Adorable, even. 

“Oopsie! Sorry, Peanut. We had very important things to discuss,” Wade replied.

Without another word, Logan shut his door again and you and Wade sat in comfortable silence for a moment.

“Do you think he heard me?” you whispered, grimacing.

“We’ll find out.”

With that, you both decided to call it a night and you returned to the familiar comfort of your apartment.

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The next morning, Wade was up far earlier than his roommate, as usual. He sat on the couch with his feet on the coffee table, turning his head when he heard Logan’s door open.

“Sleeping beauty! So kind of you to bless me with your presence. What’s the occasion?”

“Breakfast.”

“Technically it would be lunch, peanut.”

Logan was facing the pantry in the kitchen and Wade could still feel the anger radiating off him. 

Ignoring his seething silence, Wade began to speak again, “you didn’t happen to overhear any conversations last night, did you?”

Logan was facing him again, pouring cereal into a bowl and speaking without looking away from it, “you mean the one where your little friend said she wanted to fuck me? Yeah, I heard enough of it to get the jist.”

Wade had a gleeful look plastered on his face as he turned in his seat, “so you’re gonna take her up on the offer, right?”

“That wasn’t an offer, and besides,” Logan was shoveling cereal into his mouth, “ ‘m not interested.”

“See, you say that, Peanut, and yet you just have to come out here at least once while she’s over.”

Logan was glaring daggers into his skull. 

“I live here.”

The younger of the two clicked his tongue, turning his attention to the TV screen, “All I'm saying is that she’s our neighbor, she's a sweetheart, she is single and has a job and an apartment all to herself, dude. Bone city.”

“Ew.”

“Think about it.” “Don’t need to.”

As Logan scarfed down the rest of his breakfast and put the bowl in the sink, Wade was already typing furiously in his messages to create a plan. 

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Another week rolled by, meaning it was time to get hammered and make fun of the Kardashians again. You held your breath waiting for Wade to answer the door, anxiously picking at your fingernails. 

He opened the door and ushered you in like any other time, except he was dressed to go out instead of the usual PJ attire.

“What, are you leaving me for a hot date?” you teased, dropping the snacks you brought onto the kitchen island.

“Yes!”

You furrowed your eyebrows and frowned, awaiting his explanation.

“I’ve got a date with Vanessa, but - “

Logan emerged from his room, navigating his way to the kitchen as if neither of you were there.

“Peanut! So glad you decided to join us! Hey - “ Wade tapped the kitchen island, motioning for him to come over so he could talk to you both at the same time.

“Okay - I have a date with Vanessa tonight, so I need you,” he motioned between the two of you, “to get along.”

You were about to interrupt, insist that you can just reschedule, but it was as if he’d read your mind.

“You’re already here, cupcake, just stay and chill out. And you - “ he turned completely towards Logan, “you’re going to be nice like I asked you. Do you think you’ll survive?”

Logan was staring at him, unblinking with a scowl on his face.

“You, uh, you don’t have to sit with me,” you mumbled to him, forcing him to finally acknowledge your presence.

He’d half expected it to be your idea as much as it was Wade’s - some kind of ploy to get him alone - but you weren’t jumping at the chance, trying to be touchy-feely with him, begging him to stay. 

He almost wished you would.

He cleared his throat and looked back to Wade, “I'm not gonna babysit your friend.”

“Who said I needed a babysitter?” you chimed in.

 They both turned to you to watch you slam the top of a beer bottle on the edge of the countertop, sending the metal top flying somewhere into the living room. 

“We have a bottle opener in the drawer,” Wade sighed in defeat, ”anyway - you don’t need to babysit her, I'm just saying she doesn’t bite and It would be uncool to leave her all alone.”

“Aren’t you the one leaving?” you asked, taking a sip of your beer.

“Not the point,” he answered, grabbing his jacket from the coat stand as he walked towards the front door, “play nice, don’t eat anything in the fridge with my name on it and there’s condoms in my nightstand!”

He opened and shut the door, leaving the both of you in awkward silence. Logan’s face was actually red, a mix between rage and mild embarrassment. 

“He’s a dick,” you muttered, trying to make some kind of small talk, only to be met again with silence. You sighed, going to the couch and picking up the remote. You finally made yourself look Logan in the eyes, your cheeks burning uncontrollably when he never broke his stare.

“Listen - it’s fine, I get it, you’re like…the lone wolf,” you laughed a little to yourself, having to divert your eyes to the fabric of the couch, “I’m not gonna burst into tears if you don’t sit with me.”

He was a little taken back by your bluntness, though it was refreshing. He figured you’d be pink in the face - practically begging him to stay - but you weren’t. You pretended you couldn’t give less of a shit with your eyes now glued to the TV. You were as cool as you could act on the outside, but you nearly lost that cool when he spoke again.

“I can sit for a bit,” he shuffled over to the couch, settling himself down next to you. If you weren’t gonna be all over him like he thought you would, he could withstand a couple episodes of whatever the hell you and Wade had been watching. He didn’t dislike you, really - just terrified of the possibility of intimacy. You were pretty, and from what he’d overheard now and then, you were funny too. He liked the way the smell of your body wash and perfume flooded the apartment whenever you’d stop by and how you’d always bring some leftovers to be sure both of them had eaten - leftovers of which the roommates would always get into a spat over - usually because Logan ate it all before Wade could even see what was in the container. 

Unfortunately for Logan, he began to enjoy you being around.

You could feel your stomach tie itself in knots when he sat beside you but nodded in acknowledgment, flipping through TV channels. You settled on the Kardashians again, tossing the remote on the table.

“This is the shit you guys watch, huh?” he teased, grabbing a beer from the pack Wade left behind. 

You smiled a little to yourself, noticing how he was slowly getting more comfortable with you, “mhm, top tier - wait till you see one of them talk, it’s like watching an alien.”

You actually pulled a miniscule of a laugh out of him and your heart nearly skipped a beat at the sound.

As the show went on and you both made snarky commentary at just about everything, you felt more and more like you were just hanging out with Wade - comfortable and casual, except for the way your face burned up every time he stretched and his white beater rode up his stomach.

“So,” you began as the episode ended, “thoughts? Opinions?”

He was looking between you and the screen, thinking hard, “I don’t get it.”

You shrugged, “me neither, to be honest, but god is it funny to watch rich people lose their shit sometimes.”

He chuckled again at your response, placing his empty bottle on the table next to yours.

It was silent for a moment, the air tense with something you couldn’t quite pinpoint. 

“What do you usually watch on TV?” you asked, intending to flip the channel to whatever he may be interested in - if he had to sit through Keeping Up with The Kardashians, it was only fair.

“Nothin’, really,” he answered, his eyes moving from the screen to rest on you, like a heavy weight on your chest.

“Do you even watch TV?” you asked, the both of you having abandoned the idea of trying to find something else to watch and just letting it play in the background.

“Nah,” he shrugged, his arms crossed against his chest, “ I don’t do much of anything.’

You could tell his answer was earnest and you frowned a bit, swinging your legs up on the couch and turning to face him completely, “nothing? There has to be something.”

He was unsure about how close you were to him now, your knees to your chest as you looked at him expectantly. He thought he’d be met with that look - the one you kept giving him in passing that he hated so much - but your face was neutral, waiting patiently for him to respond. Truthfully, he didn’t hate the look itself - or you, for that matter - but hated how it made him feel.

As if there were some sliver of hope for a future worth living through.

He cleared his throat, turning his body towards you on the couch, “I work out, sometimes - “

‘’Yeah, clearly’’, you wanted to say.

“Other than that,” he continued, “I don’t know, the bar - sometimes I'll let Wade drag me out somewhere but I usually leave after half an hour.”

“Huh, so you really are by yourself a lot,” you realized aloud.

 Logan never thought it sad until he heard it from your mouth.

“I like it that way, most of the time,” he shrugged.

“I can tell - took you two weeks to finally say hello. I think this is the most I've ever heard your voice, actually.” 

He realized you were right and did feel a little bad, “I’m sorry about that, by the way. I just don’t like meeting new people.”

“Me neither.”

It was silent then - save for the TV - either one of you waiting for the other to explain just why that is. You figured it would be easier if you went first.

“I never really had a lot of friends growing up. I had a hard time in school and a lot of the other kids didn’t like me. It was just tough to make friends, especially because - “

You stopped, thinking over what details to include and what to leave out.

“Because?” Logan prompted and you sighed, biting back a giggle.

“Because I was goth. I don’t mean I just dressed in black - I mean I wore white face paint and huge boots and ate lunch in the art room.”

That actually pulled a real fucking laugh out of him and you couldn’t help but mirror his smile.

“I’m not laughing ‘cause you were goth, that's not weird” he clarified, “I'm laughing because I just can’t picture it.”

You didn’t embrace the style as much as you used to, trading Siouxsie Sioux makeup for reading glasses and teased hair for your natural texture.

“I’ll bring over my highschool yearbook sometime,” you chuckled, shaking your head.

Realizing it was now his turn to speak, he readjusted himself in his seat and cleared his throat, visibly becoming a little uncomfortable.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, you know,” you reminded him gently, giving a soft smile. 

It only made it harder for Logan that you were so damn nice.

He tentatively explained the timelines, the different versions everyone has of themselves, how he’d gotten there. You hung on his every word, unintentionally giving him a sympathetic look when he had finished explaining. 

“So…you were just alone after all that?” your voice was soft, worry clear in your tone.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “yeah, yeah.. ‘till I met Wade, obviously.”

You gave him a small smile, “you’ll never be alone again, you know.”

For some reason, the unfamiliar comfort made his stomach turn and he simply shook his head, “Yeah, I'm never gonna be able to get rid of him.”

That made you giggle, nodding in agreement.

“You can try, but he will always find you - like a determined cockroach.”

That got the both of you and you’d never seen Logan smile that way - though, to be fair, you never saw much of his face anyway.

The version of you that sat on the couch across from him was far from who he thought you were. He felt guilty now for assuming things just from looking at you, but it was a habit he had yet to shake. It was clear you were beautiful - that was never a question - but talking with you made him realize just how much he may have missed out by keeping himself so closed off. You laughed at almost every joke he had made, comforted him when he was nothing but rude and always checked up on him and Wade. You smelled so nice, your hair looked so soft and he almost found himself wanting to reach over and run his fingers through it. In his eyes, you seemed to be everything he was not; all of the best qualities he believed he didn't possess.

“Oh, hey - do you want some popcorn? I brought the microwave kind, I keep telling Wade to get it himself and he never does,” you snapped him out of his trance and stood from the couch, already walking to the kitchen.

“Uh, sure,” he found himself getting up to follow you, not wanting to pause a moment of conversation.

You tossed the bag in the microwave and hit the button, leaning yourself against the counter. Logan leaned himself besides you, significantly taller. You’d held your composure so far, but having him so close and realizing just how much bigger he was made your heart beat like a rabbit’s. 

“So, you never asked about the mutant thing,” He spoke over the popping, looking down at you and waiting for the twenty questions.

You only shrugged, “I figured If you wanted to tell me, you’d tell me. I wasn’t gonna interrogate you about it. Plus, Wade told me.”

“Of course he did,” Logan scoffed, “I’m afraid to know what exactly it was that he told you.”

“You’ve got adamantium instead of bones,” you replied matter of factly, “and you’ve got claws. I mean, I’ve never seen them, but that's what he told me.”

He thought for a minute, stepping in front of you a little. He was about arm-length away, putting enough distance between you both that he was sure he wouldn’t accidentally knick you.

In a second, the adamantium claws protruded from between his knuckles, glistening in the kitchen light. You flinched for only a second, leaning in to inspect them. 

“Woah,” you muttered, bringing a finger up to the very end of one of them and letting it poke you, “cool.”

He was a bit confused by your calm demeanor, but relieved by it anyway. It was never a good time when someone had a bad reaction to the claws. The microwave beeped and he retracted them, stepping out of your way. You opened it and held the scolding bag with two fingers, realizing you needed a bowl to put it in.

“Logan, can you grab a-”

You felt one hand on your hip and could see his other reach above you, opening a cabinet you couldn't and handing you a bowl. Your back was almost flush to his chest, making you feel warm all over. He reluctantly pulled away from you and you cleared your throat, shaking the popcorn into the bowl.

He watched you from where you stood, taking in the curve of your waist and hips and realizing he was in much more trouble than he’d originally thought. He’d heard your drunken giggling about him - heard you vulgarly talk about how good you think he’d be at giving head - but he was still thinking it over with his bottom lip between his teeth. He finally broke the silence that filled the room.

“You know, the claws aren’t the only thing abnormal about me.”

“Mm, no?” you laughed a little with your back still turned to him. You could feel that your face was hot.

“Heightened senses,” he said simply, “hearing and smell, mostly.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Like right now, I can hear your heartbeat.”

Your eyes went wide and you practically froze in place.

“It’s fast.”

His voice was closer.

“Really fast,” his breath was in your ear, his hands coming to rest on your waist, “got even faster when I pointed it out.”

You swallowed hard, knowing very well there was no way to lie to him.

“Jus’ nervous sometimes. It doesn’t mean anything,” you exhaled, attempting to still your shaking hands. 

“Mhm,” he hummed, his deep voice reverberating through your chest because of his proximity, “what about the other night, though?”

You narrowed your eyes and turned to finally face him, nearly chest to chest.

“What are you talking about?” 

You knew exactly what he was talking about - you just hoped it wasn’t what you thought.

His hands were on the counter behind you, boxing you in.

“C’mon,” he looked at you expectantly with a shit eating smirk on his face, “what made you think I’d be good at eating pussy, anyway?”

You were red with embarrassment, pulling your hands up to cover your face, but Logan caught your wrists gently and clicked his tongue.

“Pretty girl, it’s alright - “

His gruff voice calling you such a sweet nickname nearly made your knees buckle.

“I can smell how wet you get, you know that?”

One of his hands moved to hold you by your throat, barely using any pressure.

“F-Fuck off,” you managed to mutter, stuttering when he pushed one of his thighs inbetween yours. This was nowhere near what you pictured happening when Wade dumped you in his living room with a guy who would barely even look at you.

He chuckled, his other hand pushing on the small of your back to pull you closer into him.

“Yeah? I don’t think you really want me to, sweetheart. Besides, you didn’t answer my question.”

You could barely think, nevermind answer whatever it was he had asked. You were almost nose to nose, Logan craning his neck down a bit to level his face with yours.

“I, um,” your breathing was shaky, “fuck, I don’t know - I jus’ think about it a lot.”

“Me too,” he admitted before crashing his lips to yours, tangling his fingers in the hair at the back of your head. It was truthful - he’d probably thought of you every day since the night he heard you talk about him like that. 

You couldn’t help moaning into his mouth when he kissed you, letting him slip his tongue past your lips. His hands roamed down your back and to your ass, using his grip to rock your hips over his thigh.

“So beautiful,” he whispered as he moved down your jaw and neck, kissing and biting at the soft skin, “drove me crazy, hearing you say those things.”

“How much - how much did you hear?” you tried to ask, overwhelmed by his teeth grazing your neck. Your hands rested against his chest - as if you were going to push him away - but you never did.

You felt his lips curve into a smile against your skin, “heard enough.”

“And what exactly was that?”

If he was going to tease, you might as well bite back.

He pulled away momentarily to look in your eyes, knowing damn well he already had you where he wanted you.

“You don’t want to fix me, you want to fuck me, right?”

Your own words sounded so much hotter coming out of his mouth.

“Mhm,” was all you could manage to get out, too focused on the feeling of him pushing and pulling your hips over his thigh.

“Huh? Use your words, sweetheart.”

There was something about the affectionate nicknames he was using in contrast to the filthy way he was trying to push you down even harder on his thigh that made you lightheaded.

“Yeah - yes, I want to,” you practically whined.

That was all the confirmation he needed to hoist you up onto the counter with his hands on your ass. He was kissing you hungrily, his fingers hooking around the straps of your tank top to let them fall down your shoulders. You didn’t waste any time in breaking the kiss momentarily to strip yourself of the garment, tossing it to the kitchen floor.

“Fuck, jesus christ,” He groaned at the sight of your bare chest and immediately brought his large hands up to massage your breasts. A chill went down your spine when he leaned down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue. Your hands were threaded through his hair, tugging every so slightly when he would pull his mouth off you with a popping sound. The majority of your chest was glistening with his spit when he finally brought his mouth to yours again, leaving a clear coating over the developing hickies that he left. You tugged at the hem of Logan's white beater to signal that you wanted it off. He did as you pleased, leaving plenty of skin for you to run your hands over. 

“Been thinking of you, all spread out of me,” he murmured in between kisses. He used his grip on your ass to grind you against him, his hard cock pressing against you. The pressure from it was enough for your pussy to start aching.

“I wanna know what you taste like,” he continued, holding your chin to tilt your head up, “can I find out?”

You nodded frantically and nearly choked on your own spit. You lifted your hips to let him strip you of your pants and underwear, leaving you completely bare on the counter in front of him.

You felt vulnerable, pressing your knees together only to have Logan use his hands to spread them apart.

“Uh-uh,” he clicked his tongue, “let me see your pretty pussy.”

He got on his knees on the kitchen floor, hooking his arms around your thighs and settling his face between them. He nipped at the hot skin of your inner thighs and you inadvertently tugged his hair every time he did so. He finally laid his tongue flat against you and you whined, the sound echoing through the kitchen. He was sloppy, practically drooling into your cunt and using it to lubricate his fingers so he could slip them into you. Your theory from before was proven right; he was kind of animalistic when he ate you out.

He was curling his fingers as he thrusted them in and out, sucking on your clit at the same time. You gasped when he spoke with his mouth still buried in your cunt.

“Tastes so fucking good.”

Your ankles were locked to keep his head between your thighs, leaning yourself back against the wall.

“Jesus christ, Logan - “ you whined, cut off when he growled into you.

“Mhm, ‘feels good, baby?”

You only nodded, unable to communicate with how deep he was curling his fingers into you. He continued to mumble praises against your cunt, amused by how much it clearly spurred you on.

“This is all mine, huh? Know you wanted it, could smell how bad you needed me every time you were over.”

You could feel the pressure in your lower stomach start to build.

“You’re so wet for me, such a good girl - makin’ such a fucking mess.”

It wasn’t long before you were pulling him back by his hair.

He reluctantly detached himself, looking up at you with concern. His mouth and chin were wet, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips.

“What’s wrong? You okay?”

“ ‘m fine, just - I was close -”

He groaned in a way that almost sounded annoyed, diving his tongue back into you, “C’mon, do it, then - come for me, pretty girl.”

His praise was enough to trigger your orgasm and you couldn’t help rocking your hips against his face as you rode it out. You were cursing, tears starting to form in your eyes when he didn’t let up. 

“L-Logan, fuck,” you cried. You could’ve pulled him off, told him it was too much, but he was so determined and skilled in the way he flicked his tongue that the discomfort of overstimulation dissipated into pleasure within seconds.

“One more for me, baby, one more. Think you can?”

You were moaning so loud at that point that you tried to bring a hand to your mouth to muffle the sound but Logan caught your wrist and brought it back to his hair, encouraging you to keep tugging and pulling.

Your second orgasms approached hard and fast, tears rolling down your cheek. Your legs shook uncontrollably as he finally sat back on his heels. 

When you caught your breath, he pulled himself up to slide his arms around your lower back and plant a kiss on your forehead, wiping your wet cheeks.

“Can I take you to the bed?”

You nodded and smiled wide, leaning up to kiss him.

He effortlessly carried you through the hallway and into his bedroom, your bare chest pressed against his. The second your back hit his mattress, his cellphone started to ring from his bedside table.

You watched Logan furrow his eyebrows and reach for the phone. He read the caller ID and bore an amused smile, switching it to silent.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, wrapping your arms around him when he came to hover above you.

“It’s Wade,” he chuckled to himself, “probably calling to see if everythings alright.”

That made you giggle, “yeah, we can tell him we’re doing just fine.”

“I’ll call him later.”

His lips were on yours again, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against you as he pinned you to the bed with his hips. You slid your hands from his neck, down his back and around the front of his waist to rest on his belt buckle. Your fingers made quick work of the metal fastener and you tugged the leather from his jeans. He stood up off the bed for a moment to strip himself of the rest of his clothing. When his cock sprung up from his boxers and hit his stomach, you almost had to choke back a gasp. Again, you were proven right - he was huge. He crawled back between your legs and positioned himself on top of you. 

“You’re okay with this?”

If anyone told you maybe two hours earlier that you’d end up under Wade’s grumpy roommate, your chest heaving from the anticipation of finally having him slot into you, you would’ve called them crazy. Now, however, it was a reality - one you would’ve gladly spent the rest of your life in.

You realized he was holding back, gripping the sheets next to your head and waiting for a definite answer.

You nodded and scratched at the back of his neck affectionately. He guided himself into you and you groaned at the feeling of his tip alone.

“ ‘s okay?”

Logan was practically slurring his words with how hard he had to hold himself back. Your warm chest to his, your thighs locked around his waist, the way you smelled; it was all overwhelming in the best way possible.

“So good,” you whined, trying to push your hips up to encourage him to go even deeper, “want all of it, please, please.”

He was chewing on his lip when he finally let himself fill you completely in one thrust. You dug your fingernails into his back, leaving scratches that healed themselves within seconds. He let out a guttural moan with his face buried in your neck, concentrating on trying to build a steady rhythm without finishing things too fast. He propped himself up on his elbows on either side of you as he tentatively rocked in and out.

“So fucking pretty,” he huffed, a hand coming up to wipe the sweat dampened hair from your flushed face. It was so sweet, so intimate; nothing you’d ever really expected with or from him.

“You're handsome,” you managed to reply, amused by how taken back he seemed by the compliment, “perfect.”

He couldn’t remember the last time someone called him that - handsome, definitely never perfect - while actually looking at him like they meant it. Your eyes were trained on the features of his face, attempting to memorize every line and wrinkle; every bit of him that made him Logan. Your eyes felt to him like they could burn right through the wall he’d managed to construct.

Still, he instinctively scoffed as he hovered over you. He was never good at accepting compliments.

“I’m not the lying type, you know,” you assured him, whispering in his ear as he continued at a steady pace, “besides, do you think I'd be under you right now if that wasn’t true?”

“Mm - shut up”, he fought a smile and increased his pace in the hopes that it would render you speechless.

It did, of course.

You were a moaning mess atop his sheets with your back arched to accommodate Logan’s arm sneaking around you. His pace was enough to rock his headboard into the wall and he was thankful it was your apartment on the other side instead of a stranger’s. You were chest to chest as he whispered filthy things into your ear.

“Takin’ it well like I knew you would, baby doll - knew you’d like it when I fucked you like this.”

You were still at a loss for words, overwhelmed by the pressure in your lower stomach.

“You think you’ve got another one in you? C’mon, sweet girl, let me see it.”

His coaxing had your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head as he pounded into you. Besides the grunts and moans between you two, the only sound echoing in the room was the slap of skin against skin and the squelching of your pussy as he dragged himself out and back in again.

You were almost drooling from how deep he was able to fuck you. The familiar fire in your stomach had you feeling warm all over, building and building itself up. As if he could read your mind, Logan’s hand reached down between the both of you and he started to trace tight circles around your swollen clit.

“F-Fuck, my god, Logan - “

He hummed affirmatively, almost as if to acknowledge that was indeed his name that you were chanting.

You squeezed your eyes shut so hard that you almost saw stars when your third orgasm hit hard and fast. You were probably loud enough for the entire building to hear as he worked you through it.

“Good girl, good girl - c’mere,” he praised, flipping you over so that you were on your hands and knees. You laid your chest as flat as you could against the mattress and arched your back. He didn’t hesitate in fitting himself snuggly inside of you again, his hands kneading at and smacking your ass as he used his grip to push and pull you. It wasn’t long before his thrusts started to become sloppy. He leaned down and hooked an arm around you, lifting you up a little so that his chest was pressed to your back. He moved his hand to your throat to tilt back your head. The way you looked back at him, your beautiful eyes boring into his soul - that was all he needed to finally let go. You felt him flood you with his come, a mixture of yours and his soaking the sheets underneath you. He gently pulled out and almost immediately pulled you against him to cuddle, his eyes already fluttering close. You didn’t take him for the cuddly type but it was just another wholesome thing you’d learned about him.

“You should call Wade back,” you mumbled, already drifting to sleep with your head on Logan’s chest.

“ ‘m busy, I’ll do it tomorrow.”

You chuckled to yourself, letting exhaustion overtake you.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Wade practically sprinted up the steps to his apartment the next morning, keys already in hand. If Logan hadn’t answered - even if it was just to tell him to fuck off - something really bad must’ve happened. You hadn't answered any of his fifteen texts, either.

He unlocked his door and prepared himself to be met with a gorey scene, only to be surprised that there was no sign of a scuffle. There was untouched popcorn in the kitchen, clearly abandoned at some point right after making it. Did Logan upset you enough last night to make you leave early? 

Of course, he’d completely missed your clothing that had been tossed just out of sight from where he was standing.

Wade sighed in frustration, striding through the hallway and stopping outside Logan’s bedroom. He banged his fist on the door and rested his hands on his hips as he spoke through the wood.

“Hey! Peanut! Did you make our guest leave early last night? How’d it go? You didn’t answer your phone and neither did she.”

On the other side of the door, your heads both popped up at the sound of wade’s banging. You stifled a laugh, looking to Logan for him to say something.

“Uh, yeah…she had somethin’ to take care of.”

Now you had to bury your face in his comforter, uncontrollably snickering. 

Without warning, Wade groaned and swung the door open - one neither of you thought to lock because no one had been home.

“You better get your ass across the hall and apologize for whatever it is that -“

He was met with the sight of the both of you in Logan’s bed, covered by the bedding. It was obvious you were both undressed, Logan’s boxers somewhere near Wade’s feet.

He gasped, looking between the two of you in confusion before a giddy smile appeared on his face.

“Oh, I see, I see. Right, mhm - “

Logan was already trying to shoo him out but Wade wasn’t going to let him before he got the last word in.

“You're welcome, by the way!”

He shut the door and you laughed.

Logan laid back again, resting his arm around your shoulders so he could pull you back into his chest again.

In the comfortable silence, doubt settled itself in the form of a pit in your stomach. What if this was a one time thing? 

Almost instantly, you felt his hand comb through your hair.

“Hey, uh,” he started, looking down into your eyes, “listen, I know I was supposed to ask this before I got you in here, but - um..”

You could feel your stomach turn, borderline terrified of what he was going to say next.

“Would you want to go out for coffee sometime?”

A wide grin spread across your face and you nodded eagerly, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.

“I’d love that.”

A/N: this ones long as hell but so is just about everything else I write! if you've made it to the end I loooove u and pls interact if you enjoyed; hearing feedback is what motivates me to keep writing! as always, my inbox is open as well <3

[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x muggle fem!reader

Summary: Three weeks after his devastating break up with Lily, James wanted Remus and Sirius to bring him to a muggle bar in central London.

Genre: Fluff / prequel to my fic Timeless / pt.2 Sweeter Than Fiction

Warnings: swearing, mentions of injury, intoxication

Remus has warned him him has always had a flair for the dramatics.

"I mean, why did I even like her?" James slurs loudly as he slams his whiskey glass onto the counter, white foam spilling over his hand, and he curses.

Remus rests his hand on James's arm to shush him and he glances over at Sirius with a concerned expression for their friend. "Prongs, you promised you were okay," his eyebrows quirk and, crossing his arms, he looks at James with a saddened expression.

James's eyes just narrow and he nods his head furiously, "I am okay," He insists, "I just don't understand why – "

When James flings out his arms in exasperation, his hand accidentally collides with your hip as you pass by. All the wine glasses you had been balancing on your tray suddenly shatter to the ground with a loud crash. Sirius and Remus hurry to stand as the spilled alcohol barely misses their trousers.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry," You say, clearly embarrassed as you kneel down and frantically pick up the shards of glass as everyone turns to stare.

"Woah," James cries as he jumps up. Just as he starts to warn you not to hurt yourself, you cut your palm and hiss in pain. James is immediately kneeling next to you and, with a movement unusually delicate for someone so drunk, moves to hold your wrist in his hand, "Shit, that looks nasty." He mutters.

You look at him, "Yeah, it hurts like a bitch," you say plainly and stand. James drops your wrist. Sirius hands you a napkin and you press it to the wound.

James stands next to you now and you look at all three of them. "I'm sorry again, I hope I didn't spill any on you. Shit, I'm gonna lose my job for this," you look away, your hair falling in front of your eyes as you groan.

"No. Don't worry. We aren't hurt or anything, right guys?" James exclaims, again a little too aware for someone so drunk and slaps Sirius on his back.

Sirius frowns and sends him a knowing look but smiles at you reassuringly as Remus nods. "So, you really shouldn't get in trouble and," James adds, "Hey, I don't think you're okay…" His train of thought seems interrupted by the amount of blood on the napkin.

You glance down, eyes widening, "Oh, shit yeah," you tilt your head up, feeling heat rise in your cheeks, and look at them bashfully, "Fuck, ah—sorry I keep cursing. This just hurts a lot. I think I have to clean go it."

James eyebrows crease for a moment as he watches you turn around and quickly walk away, the bloody napkin still pressed to your hand.

"Oh," his eyes light up like a child when you turn around and address them over the loud bar, "Thank you," you say with a smile and while he's unsure why you're thanking him, his stomach fills with a thousand butterflies.

"You're doing it again," Sirius mutters, sipping his drink as he stares at his friend.

"Hmm?" James doesn't tear his eyes away from you until you disappear behind some curtains into a back room.

"You have that look on your face, the one you wear right before you do something stupid," Remus finishes sternly.

James's eyes roll, acting less drunk than he seemed earlier. Almost as if you sobered him up a little.

"Oh please," he lies, "When have I ever done anything stupid?"

* * *

James leans against the brick of the building, a cigarette in his mouth. His cheeks are flushed from the cold air as he looks around. The street is dimly lit and barely anyone is around at this time of night.

He smiles as he pulls the cigarette from his mouth. He had convinced Remus and Sirius to let him have a smoke outside. Something told him you would be out here. James has always been lucky with that sort of thing.

Tonight proves him right because he sees you leave out the backdoor. Your hand seems to be bandaged as you delicately shut the door. You're bundled up in a scarf and a coat that looks a little oversized. James wonders if that means you have a partner. He moves away from the wall and walks over.

"Hi," he clears his throat, making you jump.

You turn around and he can tell you're trying to recognize him in the darkness but then your eyes widen. "Oh, hi!" you exclaim, your voice coming out a little squeaky as you push down your scarf a little. "Can I help you?" you ask him.

James smiles and shakes his head. "I just wanted to apologize," he pauses when he sees your expression shift into confusion, "I'm the one that caused you to slip and hurt yourself. Here?" he adds and holds out his hand to sit on the curb.

He can tell you hesitate to follow him. Understandably. You don't take his hand but you walk with him further away from the building. You sit down and James leans his hands on his knees as he looks at you. "M'name is James. Potter, James Potter."

You laugh, smoothing a hand down your jeans, "You say that like James Bond," you smile but your smile drops when James doesn't look like he understands the reference. You don't mention it. "My name is Y/n Y/l/n, it's nice to meet you, James Potter."

"I hope you don't mind me asking this but you aren't fired are you?"

You shake your head, "Oh, no, thankfully." You look up at him a little bashfully, "I was just more worried than I should have been. I'm not the best at this job."

"Mmm, don't say that. You wouldn't have dropped the tray if I hadn't bumped you," James says reassuringly.

"I'm just clumsy," you chuckle. James smirks a little and tilts his head.

"Do you want to go out tomorrow? I know a good restaurant." He says it so bluntly you can't help but stare at him like he's grown two heads.

"What?"

"I wanna take you out," James pauses, backtracking as his cheeks burn pink, "If you'd like."

Your mind seems to be racing uncontrollably and James feels a little guilty. He doesn't want to pressure you. Could he have misread something? Or maybe he'd just imagined it all.

He stands up and dusts his pants. Usually, James wouldn't be one to up so easily but if he'd learned anything from Lily — persistence isn't the way into someone's heart.

"Wait," you stand up with him, looking into his eyes, "I would love to go out with you." You smile so wide your eyes squint and something in James's chest stirs as he can't help but smile at yours.

You laugh and it's contagious. Then, you walk up to James and rummage through your bag. Once you find your pen you scribble your number onto his palm with difficulty. "This looks much easier in the movies," you mumble with the cap in your mouth. James chuckles, looking at his palm to make sure he can read every number clearly.

"Call me?" you whisper, tucking your pen back into your bag as you look up at James.

"I will," he says, and one day later (he only waited that long because he couldn't figure out how to work the muggle phone) he does.

[rekino2114]

How the chainsaw man girls handle jealousy

A/n:I usually don't write for the csm 2 girls but let me know if you want me to and I'll add them to the masterlist (mainly cause I really like fami)

Makima

Thanks to you, makima, now could finally feel true emotions. You made her feel the happiness of being truly loved, the sadness of being without you, anger when a devil had the gall to hurt you, and the worry of when you came injured from a mission and so on..

She felt another one of those emotions when she saw you talking to another girl at the public safety headquarters, a particularly flirty one who apparently didn't know you were dating her boss.

Ah this must be jealousy.

She wasn't that bothered by it. She knows she can trust that you'll never leave her. However, the moment she starts touching you even after you clearly rejected her and is making you feel uncomfortable, that girl is dead.

She might have better morals after meeting you but she's not above killing who she deems as human scum.

But if things don't reach that stage, the girl might just be assigned a particularly difficult mission as her next

"Sorry, but I have a girlfriend,"

"Who cares? It's not like she's gonna know anyway"

"Sorry to interrupt, but I'd like to talk to y/n"

"Ah! M-miss makima!"

"Oh sure babe"

"B-babe? You mean she's your girlfriend"

"Exactly, and now that you know I suggest not looking forward to your next mission"

Power

The moment she sees you talking to another girl, she gets mad, she assumes you're cheating on her cause she doesn't have that much of an understanding of relationships.

In her eyes, you don't need anyone else when she's clearly the best option.

She's also really angry towards the girl. How dare she try to steal what's hers? Even though she wasn't flirting with you

"Hey! Y/n! What are you doing talking to this human"

"Oh power, don't worry she was just asking me directions"

"Like I believe that! You better go away this very moment I'll kill you!"

"Power be nice"

"Only if you stop talking to this bitch"

"*sigh* I'm so sorry"

Himeno

How she reacts depends on how drunk she is.

She gets really clingy when she is drunk, so she'll hug you from behind and lazily try to pull you away from the girl you were talking to while mumbling some incoherent words and that's usually your sign to take her home.

She's really not that jealous when sober, even when a girl flirts, she doesn't get mad, she understands her,after all if she didn't flirt with you she wouldn't have gotten with her amazing partner.

"Hey, you having fun without me over here?

"Oh sorry hime,I was just about to tell her I have a girlfriend"

"Oh you do? Sorry I had no idea"

"It's fine. I get it they're so stunning anyone would try to get with them"

"Did you just use the fact that a girl was flirting with me as a way to flirt with me?

"Guess so, I guess complimenting you is just second nature to me"

Kobeni higashiyama

This poor nervous wreck of a girl.

Whenever she sees you talking to another girl, she kinda gets anxious and starts comparing herself to that girl. Imagine how it is when a girl actually flirts with you

She starts overthinking and sweating,thoughts that you're gonna leave her for the other girl and how she's a bad girlfriend her fill her head.

She'd rather self combust than try to confront the girl with you around so she'll just continue wallowing in self-pity until you finish.

She needs a lot of hugs and reassurances later to calm down

"Hey, are you OK, kobeni? You were sweating and shaking"

"O-oh n-o i'm ok, what about t-that girl you were talking to?"

"I told her I had a girlfriend and she left, don't worry,more importantly, let's continue out date"

"R-really?"

"Of course you're my girlfriend right? I'd much rather hang out with you than some random girl"

"Uhm t-thank you"

Asa mitaka

She is also kind of anxious and worried just way less than kobeni.

She feels kind of like a bad and boring girlfriend often, and that feeling skyrockets when a girl flits with you.

She trusts you, but seeing you so close to that girl while she blatantly flirts with you just makes her feel kinda angry at her, and yoru definitely tries to take advantage of that.

"Come on don't you wanna get rid of her anyway"

"Not in that way yoru!"

"Just turn her into a weapon, that way I get a new one to fight chainsaw man, and you get to take care of that bitch"

"I'm not gonna do that"

"Geez you really are a bad girlfriend then"

"I'M NOT A BAD GIRLFRIEND"

"........"

"D-did I say that out loud?"

"Yeah but don't worry at least it was the truth"

Yoru

You and yoru begged asa to let her take control of her body for just an entire date. After a lot of hesitancy, she accepted but made yoru promise not to kill anyone........ You should probably think twice before trusting the war devil

The moment she saw another girl even look at you with a flirty gaze, immediately she turned her into a weapon without any hesitation.

You weren't that shocked, dating yoru does come with a very high chance of her trying to murder people she even thinks are trying to steal you, you were kinda mad at her for what she promised asa though.

"*sighs* why did you do that?"

"You're mine she was trying to take you from me. I could feel it"

"And how are you gonna explain it to asa?"

"Well it's not my problem"

"What?"

Then she feel unconscious the scars from her face disappeared and asa woke up looked at the weapon in her hand and then at you

"I'm so sorry asa I swear I can explain"

Fami

She was just coming back to your table with your fast food orders (she got way too much food for herself). When she saw you talking to a girl, she didn't recognize

She didn't think much about it maybe you were just talking to a friend. So she ignored the kinda weird feeling in her chest by doing her favorite thing (tied with spending time with you) eating.

The girl, meanwhile, was very freaked out that a random girl was staring at her with a cold glare and ringed eyes so she left allowing you to go back to your girlfriend.

"Hey fami, sorry if It took me long"

"It's fine, who was that girl you were with?

"I don't know she just came up to me and started flirting"

"I see"

"Why? Are you jealous"

"No I am not"

"Alright whatever you say, you did eat faster than usual though and that's saying something"

"*sighs* Humans are truly weird creatures"

[leahrintarou]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ INTOXICATED - SUNA RINTAROU

CW: sfw, mentions of alcohol, swearing, mentions of throwing up, y/n and suna are 'friends', college au, and drunk reader. (requested)

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

"where is she?" suna questioned atsumu as he stepped foot into he and his brother's home. the blonde nodded upstairs, and suna let out a sigh when he heard the faint voice of osamu scolding y/n.

"i wouldn't be surprised if she got alcohol poisoning..." atsumu mumbled. suna's eyes widened at his friend with a look that made him elaborate further. "she drank a lot, sunarin." he shrugged. they entered her bedroom, the almost empty bottle of alcohol laying on its side on the floor being the first thing his eyes landed on. his attention was drawn to the bathroom door that was left ajar, making the light peak through the open crack.

"hey, if you plan on blowing chunks, maybe face the toilet and not my face!" he heard osamu scold. atsumu stifled a snort, and suna let out a hushed swear before entering the bathroom. y/n sat on the floor with her back to the wall while osamu was next to her with an unopened waterbottle in his hold. "thank fuck." osamu stood up, shoving the water bottle to suna's chest, forcing him to hold it. "you handle her. I'm over this."

"come on, don't be like that, samu." atsumu leaned against the doorframe as his brother shoved past him to sit on y/n's bed.

"she shoved me down the staircase made me hit my head, tsumu." he deadpanned.

"want an ice pack, samu?" suna asked, squatting down to y/n's seated figure and placing a hand to her forehead.

"what? no."

"then stop bitching."

y/n let out a small laugh at that and suna hears osamu mumble some swears to him. suna looked up at atsumu motioning for him to close the door. "we'll be out when she's stable enough. you two can clean up downstairs in the meantime."

atsumu let out a sigh of dread since cleaning up after throwing their parties was his least favorite part of them. he regretted not getting as drunk as y/n since maybe then, he'd have an excuse to leave the cleaning to his brother. suna stood up after the door was shut and closed the lid of the toilet. "you okay?" suna questioned.

y/n nodded before trying to stand. "i'm fine. why are you guys babying me?" she groaned.

"why'd you drink so much? you're smarter than that, n/n. did someone force you to?"

she let out a lighthearted laugh and shook her head. "nope." she said with a pop on the end. suna stared at her intensely, and when her eyes met his, she furrowed her eyebrows. "look, rin. it's just been a rough week with finals and shit. so I'm sorry if i need some aid to relax every once in a while." she said, voice filled with annoyance.

he rolled his eyes at her attitude before handing her the water bottle that he had now opened for her. "take a few sips so that you can sober up."

"i can't. i feel like all of my lunch from earlier is gonna make a reappearance if i do."

"just a small sip then." he says, holding out the bottle. she glanced at him, and there was a short silence before she sighed. he held the bottle to her lips, tilting it slightly as she took half of a mouthful. suna screwed the cap back on as she made a quick and uncoordinated motion to toilet bowl, lifing the seat. suna placed the bottle down, hand against the small of her back as she prepared to release the built-up bile that rose.

he rubbed soothing patterns into her back as she hovered her face over the bowl. suna sat down properly, legs pulled up towards himself on either side of y/n's frame. she sat back down properly, thankful that she was able to keep it down for now. her unbalanced figure leaned onto suna's chest, and he reached an arm around her, placing it on her abdomen to aid her upset stomach. "don't wanna throw up anymore?" he questioned, voice softer now as he tried to keep her calm.

she shook her head and reached for the water bottle that he held in his free hand. "you sure? we both just saw what happened when you drank some." he said, unsure tone in his voice. "i can get you a snack instead so that -"

suna's hand rested on her waist, and y/n leaned into his touch, feeling enough comfort to finally feel a peace that didn't come alomg with guilt.

when he pulled away, suna let out a breathy sigh. "is this a part of sobering me up?" y/n questioned, making an effort to break the thick air that encapsulated them.

"maybe. is it working?"

"unfortunately."

suna rolled his eyes, playfully shoving y/n's face before standing up. "come on, you need to get rest." he reached his hand out, and y/n took it, fumbling to stand up, but eventually got it with a bit of his help. he led her to her bedroom, and as she got under the covers, suna joined her, pulling her body to his chest. "research shows that this will help with the hangover." his spoke, voice rougher from exhaustion.

"okay, now that's just bs."

"wow, have some trust in me, n/n."

"if you answer this next question honestly, i will."

"which is?" he perked. y/n turned her body, now facing suna. the scent of alcohol was faintly on her breath, and as she spoke, suna's eyes widened slightly.

"do you like me?"

"more than a kiss could ever show."

and with that, he placed another one to her forehead and pulled her into his chest.

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[n0vabug]

Toxic

Summary: Maddy thinks the reader is cheating on her

Warnings: Angst, swearing, mentions of cheating, Cassie being a bitch and flirting with the reader, slight mentions of drinking, etc. Words: 1.5k

THIRD PERSON POV

(Y/N) was a pretty quiet person, but could be very talkative if she was comfortable enough. (Y/N) had met Kat during their Freshmen year, they quickly became very close. As they got further into high school, they met more and more people and their friend group started to form. Kat, (Y/N), Lexi, Cassie, Maddy, Jules, and Rue. (Y/N) had set her eyes on Cassie Howard at first, they dated in their Sophomore year for about 3 months, but Cassie got really controlling and a bit crazy too. After that, (Y/N) went through a bit of a depressive episode, because even though Cassie was controlling and crazy, (Y/N) had still loved her. Maddy quickly noticed (Y/N) during this time, so Maddy decided to try and help her through this. Cassie was her best friend after all, so Maddy gave some great advice and became really close with (Y/N). After that (Y/N) developed feelings for Maddy and accidentally blurted it out once while she was drunk. Maddy mentioned it when (Y/N) was sober, and lets just say, it went great. They started dating the summer before Junior year and during Junior year.

It is Sunday, which was always when Maddy and (Y/N) hung out together, they usually went out to different places. Yes, every weekend, but both of them seemed to really love it and if one of them had a bad week, or just had any stress or something bad going on, that's when they would go to the other's house, and have a movie night with their favorite snacks and drinks, whoever was sad or stressed got to pick the movie they watched and got a lot of kisses and cuddles.

"(Y/N) come here!" Maddy yelled from the other side of the store. "Yes, Maddy?"

"You would look so good in this!" Maddy held up a dress, which in (Y/N's) opinion, was very ugly."1. I love you Maddy, but I hate that color. 2. Again, I love you, but I'm gonna be completely honest, that is really ugly."

"Ugh, whatever bitch, it would probably look better on me anyways." Maddy said jokingly, which made (Y/N) give Maddy a look of offense. "Chill out, I'm just joking." Maddy said, then giving (Y/N) a quick peck on the lips.

(Y/N) and Maddy walked around the mall, with their hands intertwined the entire time, until they finished going inside every store that looked appealing to them. As they were about to walk out, Maddy spoke up, "Okay so like I really need to pee, I'm going to find a bathroom before I get a UTI." (Y/N) chuckled at this and just waited for Maddy outside the bathroom. While standing there, (Y/N) thought she had seen a familiar face walk inside a store. The familiar face being Cassie Howard along with her younger sister, Lexi Howard. It was rare for them to get along like this to the point where they actually did stuff together without their friend group, but it happens sometimes. (Y/N's) thoughts are interrupted by Maddy walking out.

"You ready to go?" Maddy asks.

"Yeah"

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine why?"

"You just seem super out of it"

"I'm just kinda tired, Mads. Getting 3 hours of sleep and then drinking an energy drink in the morning, is not the best thing to do, it's starting to catch up with me." (Y/N) says while laughing. Both girls leave the store and get in (Y/N's) car, (Y/N) drops Maddy off at home, goes to her own house, showers, and goes to sleep.

The next morning, (Y/N) got up and got ready for school. When she walked in, she was immediately greeted by her girlfriend.

"Hey!" Maddy yelled as she ran up to (Y/N). "Hi, I got to go to class, okay? I'll see you later!" (Y/N) says. They both say their goodbyes and walk to their classes. (Y/N) was walking to class but quickly got stopped by someone calling her name.

"(Y/N), hey, can we maybe talk for a moment?" (Y/N) turns around, and sees her ex-girlfriend, Cassie Howard. "I guess so, about what?" (Y/N) ask suspiciously, she would have never expected Cassie to be talking to her right now.

"I can tell you're still in love with me, (Y/N)" Cassie says as she grabs (Y/N) by the waist and pulls her closer. "Cassie, what are you talking about, I have a girlfriend, please get your hands off of me." The younger girl says, but Cassie doesn't listen, she lifts up (Y/N's) chin with her finger. "Cassie, stop, I have a girlfriend!"

What neither of them didn't realize, is that Maddy and Lexi had seen the whole thing, Lexi had saw how (Y/N) tried pushing off her sister and wasn't enjoying it, but Maddy on the other hand, didn't realize that (Y/N) wasn't enjoying this, Maddy instead had thought (Y/N) was cheating on her.

"You fucking bitch, did you actually think you could cheat on me and fucking get away with it?!" Maddy yelled at (Y/N). "You know what, (Y/N)? You weren't the fucking shit anyways!" (Y/N) had tears streaming down her face.

"Maddy it's not like that (Y/N) wasn't-" Lexi tried to help (Y/N) out but Maddy shut her up.

"Shut the fuck up, Lexi, this doesn't fucking concern you!" Maddy yelled at the Lexi. "Why the fuck are you crying. You weren't shit (Y/N), you were fucking annoying, and you weren't even that fucking hot either. You were a shitty ass girlfriend, and I hope I never fucking see you again!" Maddy ran to the bathroom with tears in her eyes, (Y/N) fell to the floor with her knees against her chest, uncontrollably sobbing.

"Cassie, why the fuck would you do that?" Lexi yelled at her older sister as she then followed Maddy to the bathroom.

Lexi saw Maddy standing at the sinks, trying to fix her makeup that was a bit messed up since she let a few tears slip. "Maddy?" Lexi tried approaching Maddy calmly to avoid being yelled at again. "I know you don't want me to be talking to you right now, but there is something really important I thought you should know. "What is it?" Maddy says confused and partially annoyed. "(Y/N) wasn't cheating on you, Cassie grabbed her and started being all weird and flirty with her, (Y/N) was trying to push Cassie away, I just thought you should know that." Lexi said which made Maddy's face change to guilt. "Are you sure?" Maddy asked. "Just because Cassie is my sister, doesn't mean I'm always going to take her side, but just trust me, I know (Y/N). She loves you, she would've never done something like that." Lexi before walking out to check on (Y/N).

"Hey, you alright?" Lexi asked (Y/N). "I just don't understand. I mean why did she immediately assume I was doing something wrong, does she not trust me? Did she really mean all those things?" (Y/N) said through tears, Lexi wrapped her arms around her. "She didn't mean any of those things, she was just mad. She may look confident, but deep down she gets scared and insecure. Trust me, she still loves you." Lexi reassured the older girl.

Lexi sat there for a few minutes with her arms wrapped around (Y/N) until Maddy started walking in their direction. "I'll leave you two alone" Lexi walked away and went to her class.

Maddy kneeled down next to (Y/N). "Maddy, I promise I would never do any-" (Y/N) is cut off by a passionate kiss, which was surprising because she thought she was about to be killed. "I'm sorry, I may have assumed a bit too quickly that you still liked Cassie and were cheating on me with her, I just get really scared sometimes? What I said was pretty harsh, and I promise you didn't mean any of it, I was just really mad in the moment. Can you forgive me? I love you."

"I guess I can forgive you, but if anything like this happens again, just please try and ask me about it first instead of yelling, but thank you for apologizing, I love you too." (Y/N) says. "Okay I can try and do that, only for you though, but do you forgive me enough to leave this shitty place and go to my house, we can maybe watch a movie and order food?" (Y/N) smiled at this. "Yeah I do, that sounds great"

Both girls went back to Maddy's house, they both changed into something comfier and laid in Maddy's bed, their bodies intertwined with one another. They stayed like this all day and even after they fell asleep.

A/N Sorry for taking so long to write this, I have been pretty busy 😭😭. Anyways I didn't proofread this because it's 3 in the morning and I have to wake up in 4 hours. If you have any requests for any Euphoria characters, or any characters I write for in general, then lmk, requests are always open. By the way, I have a couple Sam Carpenter imagines on my Wattpad that I haven't posted on here, so if you want to check it out, my Wattpad is @n0vabug! By the way thank you so much for all the notes, I highly appreciate it!

[probably-ren]

"Do i wanna know, if this feelin' goes both ways?"

Schlatt x enemy!gn! Reader

It was no understatement to say that you and schlatt absolutely hated eachother. There wasn't exactly even a reason for it, you both just resented the other. It was damn near impossible to get both of you at a party together despite your mutual friends.

Somehow, ted had managed to.

The barbie loving freak had actually managed to get you both to his party after begging you practically daily. Ted was best friends with both of you and all he wanted was for you to get along, though he knew it was damn-near impossible.

So, what would be the first thing schlatt would do when he gets to the party? Get wasted of course.

He had been in the bathroom for a while and since you were still sober, ted had sent you to check on him. After much complaining, you gave in and went to the bathroom.

After waiting a bit and calling for him, you hesitantly open the unlocked door, not before making a crude comment for him to put his dick away.

Inside, you see him knelt over the toilet throwing up all the liquor he had drank. You sigh and step closer, grumbling a quiet "dumbass." as you hold his hair back, the overgrown locks getting in the way.

He groans when he finally finishes and leans back, finally looking to see who helped him and glaring when he sees you.

"I didn' need your help." he huffs, slurring his words.

"Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that." you roll your eyes "look, I'm only helping cause ted forced me to."

"Well, im forcing you to get the fuck out" he huffs.

"No can do, buddy. Teds gonna have my head on a stick if i leave without you." you argue, glaring down at the still drunk man.

You knew from his drunk driving streams that he had a decently high alcohol tolerance, so for him to be this drunk you wouldn't doubt if he downed a full bottle somehow. Ted bought some pretty fancy whiskey for this party anyway.

He narrows his eyes at you and huffs, grumbling something under his breath and practically pouting.

"What are you? 5?" you snicker and sigh "okay, get up, you're gonna get a nice cold glass of water." you sigh and help the drunken man up.

"I dont want water" he practically whines, stumbling and leaning against you, almost pulling both of you to the floor. You ignore him and help him walk out of the bathroom, flipping ted off when you see him smirk at you before continuing towards the kitchen, most of the people from the party had already left, leaving the house relatively empty.

"Too bad" you huff, forcing him to sit in one of the chairs before moving to get a glass from the cabinet, getting some water in it and handing it to him "drink." you practically demand.

He glares at you but relents and drinks the water, in no state to argue with you right now. Ted eventually makes his way to the kitchen and chuckles at the scene.

"So, how are my favorite people doing?"

You glare at him silently, not answering as schlatt answers for you. "You left me with them!" he slurs "they're such a-..a fucken..Bitch" he stumbles over his words.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not-"

"Okay kids, settle down." ted cuts your arguing off playfully, snickering as schlatt puts his hands up in defeat "idiots, both of you" he chuckles.

"You both are staying the night, there's no way im trusting you to drive him home without dropping him off in some lake and leaving." ted says finally, crossing his arms.

"Why cant i just drive myself home?" you complain "you only have one guest room" you add with a huff

"Call it some forced bonding time, you both need to get along anyway." ted shrugs "tuckers taking the couch, his ride ditched him and hes plastered." ted adds.

You groan and roll your eyes, accepting your fate as you grab schlatts arm, practically pulling him off the chair and making a suprised yelp as he stumbles, almost pulling you both to the ground.

"Need some help?" ted smirks.

"Im perfectly capable" you decline sassily, helping schlatt to the guest bedroom "night ted! Night tucker!" you call out half-heartedly, pulling schlatt into the room and shutting the door.

Schlatt yawns and pulls away from you, taking off his shirt, too tired and drunk to care that you are still in the room. You blush and look away, grumbling as you slip off your shoes "choose a side, i dont care which" you huff.

Wordlessly, schlatt nods and practically collapses into the bed, the soft sheets crumbling under him. He doesn't even bother to get under the covers, curling up tiredly.

Hesitantly, you slip into the bed beside him, laying on the edge to stay as far away from the man as possible. Eventually, you hear him get under the covers and scoot closer to you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his bare chest, grumbling something about being cold.

Your face heats up but you cant bring yourself to move away from him. You feel as he burrows himself into your neck, his warm breath brushing against the sensitive skin. You shudder slightly and scoot closer to him, feeling the man behind you grip you tighter, his arm snug around your waist. You could smell a mix of whiskey and expensive cologne, the smell practically intoxicating.

Eventually, you drift off to sleep, your face buried in his chest and his arm wrapped around your waist.

He wakes up first the next morning, his head pounding as the hangover sets in. He groans and buries his face more into your neck before realizing what hes doing and immediately retracting from you, his face turning pink as he scoots away.

"What the fuck?" he grunts quietly, trying not to wake you up or make his head hurt worse. He looks around and notices some ibuprofen and water on the nightstand. "Ted must've came in already" he mumbles, grabbing it quickly and downing it.

He sighs and looks back at your peaceful state, reaching out and brushing some hair behind your ear as he examines your face, the way your lips part gently, the way your nose twitches every little bit. He blushes and looks away "dammit." he whispers with a sigh.

You whine tiredly and begin to wake up, making him jolt and pull away from you more, only just now noticing how close he had gotten.

"Schlatt?" you murmur sleepily, tiredly opening your eyes and looking at him.

He huffs. "What?" he scoffs "sleeping beauty finally decide to wake up?"

You glare "fuck off." you grumble, sitting up and slowly getting out of bed. Causing him to do the same, silently missing your warmth.

"What did i do?" he huffs, standing up and coming closer, still shirtless with his hair a mess.

"I dont know, maybe get shitfaced and make me coddle you like a damn toddler." you scoff and cross your arms, walking to the door, about to leave the bedroom.

"Hey- no-" he grunts, coming closer and holding the door handle shut. "Who said you can fuckin' talk to me like that?" he asks angrily, glaring down at you.

"I did, what are you gonna do about it huh?" you huff, expecting a witty response.

You didn't expect him to tilt your chin to look at him, leaning in close, his lips inches away from yours but not touching.

"There are so many things i could do about it." he whispers breathily, not even he was expecting to respond that way, making him get a bit flustered. Quickly, he pulls away and lets go of you and the door.

"I uh- sorry-" he says, looking away.

You stare at him, frozen and flustered. "What was that?" you question, looking at him.

"Shit- i dont know" he laughs nervously, crossing his arms and not meeting your eyes.

"Is there something you need to tell me?" you ask, tapping your foot anxiously.

"I think-" he cuts himself off "im not sure." he mumbles "im supposed to hate you- i dont even know why i hate you" he begins "but.. I dont really hate you?" he sighs.

You step closer and look at him. "Im not sure i really hate you either.. Last night-" you sigh "felt.. Right." you finish hesitantly.

He gently tilts your chin to look at him again, his eyes darting to your lips, silently asking for permission, once he sees you nod he presses your lips to his.

You quickly melt into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as you feel his (surprisingly) soft lips against yours. His hands rest on your hips gently as the kiss continues. Slowly he pulls away.

"I think.. I love you." he mumbles

"I love you too.." you answer, gently kissing him again.

Woo! Second fic done. Im not great at structuring things and making it so they dont go from hating eachother to loving eachother too quick. I hope this was a decent attempt at it though. Thank you guys so much for all the love, i appreciate it so much!!

[skzdedgf]

" And You Are ?" pt. 2

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𝙨𝙠𝙯𝙙𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙛 ©

content: nonidol!leeknow , fighting, blood, drug use + drinking, cursing, Fluff, lee know is a little nicer, leeknow x reader, fem!reader, slow burn? , lee know is kinda jealousss, we kinda get lee know's pov.

*scoff can be heard from lee know as he hears you call him dumb.

"Really? Me? Dumb? Your funny." Lee know says with a painfully obvious fake smile. You let out a small giggle until you hear really loud screams and glass shattering, you quickly whip your head up to the bathroom door as there was now loud banging.

"What the fuck do you want?!" Lee know shouts, a familiar voice can be heard "HYUNJIN IS FIGHTING WITH SOME RANDOM GUY!!" the voice yells, Lee know quickly pushes past you with wide eyes swinging the door open

"Holy shit!" there Hyunjin was holding a guy down "CHILL THE FUCK OUT! I DON'T WANT YOUR GIRL!" Hyunjin was yelling at the guy on the floor, Lee know and Chris quickly intervene pulling Hyunjin and the other guy apart, the other very drunk guy was slurring is words with a little blood coming out his mouth, Lee know yells at him to leave the party

You try to find your sister in the bunch which you were successful, Genni was standing near the front door completely shocked at the scene in front of her. "Y/n we need to leave asap! I know this was suppose to be fun but.. hell no." Genni says almost scared, then suddenly

*smack The sound of skin hitting skin, you turn your head to see the guy that was previously fighting Hyunjin on the floor and Lee know with both his fists up, the guy was out cold. *woop woop the sound of police sirens can be heard not too far, the party was getting very rowdy so one of the neighbors most likely called.

"Shit." Lee knows says in a small panicked state, "EVERYONE OUT!!" Felix yelled out while quickly turning off the party lights and music, Chris and Lee know were quick to run out of the front door along with you and Genni as the sirens were getting closer. "Get in the car y/n!" Genni yells as your a little bit behind, Genni quickly unlocks and hops into the car, as soon as you were gonna hop into the passenger side you feel an arm tug at you.

"Y/n.. Iet us hop in.. Please bro! Genni c'mon help us out!" Chris looked at you both with lee know quickly nodding "Just once!" Lee know says out of breathe, Genni groans "Hop in fast." Lee know and Chris quickly get into the back seat, Genni was lucky enough to have sports mode in her car, "You guys like drifting?" Genni asked while looking back at the 2 semi-sober boys

"Who gives a fuck, drive Genni! And don't throw up in the back!!" You shout, Genni quickly starts the car putting it into drive then sports mode pressing the gas, the neighborhood had fell quiet after the little shut down, Genni turns all her lights off as she see the cops getting close by quickly making a left into a sketchy neighborhood

"quick skatepark, put the car farther we'll walk." You say pointing to a big skatepark that had a handful of other college students and teens. Genni quickly finds a good not so sketchy place to park, the boys were too out of breathe to notice we stopped. "Well get out everyone." Genni says while hopping out, the boys quickly hop out and Genni locks the doors after you get out too, there's a tunnel that leads you to the skatepark, there's no cars so you guys just walk on the road. Your feet start to hurt from your heels and running in them, but you decide to stay quiet.

• 5 Minutes Later

"You guys keep going I'm gonna stop at the store real quick." Says Lee know, "Chris, stay with them, their still girls.." Lee know mumbles the last bit. "Alright Alright" Chris says throwing his hands in the air dramaticlly, "Relax Chris were not that bad" Genni says, "No, your a bitch." Chris replys, "Oh my god just cause I hit you once with a book does not make me a bitch, we were 12!!" Genni says laughing at the last bit, "It still hurt.." Chris says while rubbing the back of his head. Genni laughs and we all continued walking

• A couple minutes later

"Finally were here!" Chris says in a relieved tone, "shit we gotta squeeze through that tho.." Genni says pointing to the small rip in the metal gate. *Ughhh Chris lets out a angry groan

"Hey guys!" Lee know yells from a distance waving a bag, Lee know comes closer you limp a little back as your feet are still killing you. "Here.." Lee know hands you foam slides with a hello kitty charm on them "you owe me 10 bucks.." Lee know says, He quickly pulls the rip in the gate more and slides through walking with his hands in his pockets. Chris goes quickly after. Genni says "He definitely likes you, just wants to be a dick" then she quickly slides through as well, you change your heels for the slides leaving your heels in a bush as the strap already ripped on one. Catching up with everyone else in a hurry.

You guys all sit at the edge of a huge dip people usually drop in when skating but right now everyone was just stoned at the park. Chris and lee know were talking about the other guys in their little crew, Genni would talk to them too. You just sat looking up at the stars ,,it looks so beautiful tonight..,, you thought

You felt a little push against your body, Lee know was now sitting next to you as Genni and Chris were talking, "Your sister and Chris are being all lovey dovey." He fake gags and you let out a little giggle while turning back to the stars ,,god shes beautiful.,, lee know thought.

You felt a cold hand on your thigh, you turn and lee know tucks some hair behind your ears and wipes some smudged mascara off your cheek, then he quickly clears his throat and takes his hand off your thigh. You blush slightly and your ears go red as his do too. you didn't expect Lee know to be the type to care in silence nor to be suddenly nice. ,,should i have done that.. shit she's gonna think I'm a creep.,,

Lee knows thoughts were interrupted as a guy with deep dimples and a sort of ginger brown hair that curls a bit walks up to you both, "Hi Chris! Hi Lee know!" Chris smiles happily "Hi Jeongin!" You wave to him as he seems sweet, Jeongin comes and sits on the other side of you, "Your y/n right? I'm Jeongin but you can call me I.N, I'm Chris and Lee knows-" Lee know cuts him off "Baby. He's the baby of the group." He rolls his eyes almost annoyed that Jeongin interrupted. I.N giggles a bit, "I like your shirt" he says with a cute smile ,,he kinda looks like a fox,, you thought "Thank you so much Innie!"

,,a nickname..?? She gave HIM a nickname already!?,,

Lee know thought, I.N quickly leaves with other guys as they were calling for him and he waves bye, "We should all get back to the dorms. It's gonna be 3 in the morning and that's when its the sketchiest in town." Chris says and Lee know quickly nods in agreement. Luckily you don't have early classes tomorrow so you can sleep in. "That's okay with me!" Genni says and you nod, "let's go then" Chris says waving his byes to his other friends as they leave as well.

• 15 minutes later

You guys all hop in the car this time Chris is driving and Genni is the passenger. You and Lee know in the back, both of you guys are very tired. Lee know starts to sober up more not too long into the drive but you start nodding off slowly resting your head on lee know's shoulder. *thump thump thump ,,Fuck why is my heart racing,,

Yes another cliff hanger trust PT. 3 is where it gets good :b

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It was another night a Buck's, you were currently taking care of your very drunk friend, Dallas.

"Y/n, I don't n-need no water, I'm fine." He complained drunkly as he tried to push the bottle of water away from his mouth.

"Please?" You pleaded, looking into his eyes. That look. All you had to do was give him that look.

"Fine." He groaned, snatching the water before chugging it, realizing how thirsty he was.

While he was doing that, you settled his blankets and sheets, organizing them so he was comfy when you put him to bed.

You took the water when he was finished, setting it on his nightstand, then grabbing his hand and walking him to the bed trying your best to aviod him bumping into stuff.

"You wanna sleep with your jeans on or off?" you asked, concerned for his comfort.

"Off, duh. W-whoever sleeps with jeans on is a bitch." He sassed, trying to undo his belt and buttons.

"I agree." You laughed, folding his sheets back, looking away and giving him privacy.

You realized he was done and grabbed him hand again, him stumbling slightly making him giggle.

"You are so silly, Dally." You laughed at him as he stumbled into his bed.

"I know." He smiled smugly, covering himself with his blankets and sheets.

"Alright, my duty is done. I'll see ya tomorrow, Dal." You said, waving as you headed for the door.

"Wait!" He said, making you stop in your tracks.

"You're not staying? Please stay, I want you here." He pleaded with a pout.

"I'm not sleeping with my jeans on, Dally. And I'm not sleeping in my underwear." You huffed.

He pointed to his dresser.

You rolled your eyes playfully before opening the drawer and pulling out a shirt and boxer shorts.

You headed to the bathroom to put them on, leaving Dally.

You came back a few minutes later to see Dallas trying to work the remote on the TV.

You almost let out a laugh as you saw his drunken face as he concentrated.

"Need some help?" You asked, walking towards him and taking the remote and turning on the TV, showing a selection of movies.

Dallas just stared in awe.

"What?" You asked, handing him the remote and letting him pick what he wanted to watch.

"Y-you look pretty, y/n" He slurred as he picked a movie.

You blushed slightly, a light pink dusting over your cheeks.

"Thanks dal." You said as you laid down next to him not too close, give him space.

You pulled the blanket over you, thinking about how this is not how you expected to spend your night. You didn't mind though.

Your thoughts were cut off when you heard rustling and suddenly felt a warm feeling around you.

You looked to see Dal's arm draped around you and his leg thrown over yours.

It was a nice feeling.

"I love you, y/n." He stated, obviously getting tired and he was falling asleep.

You weren't gonna lie to him, knowing that he won't remember anyway. So, why not shoot your shot?

"I love you too, Dallas."You replied, kissing his cheeks, making him turn a gentle pink.

He smiled, getting closer.

"Promise?"

You laughed a little.

"I pinky promise," You said, holding him as he soon fell asleep.

[3d-wifey]

can i get smut for Chad and Ethan from scream 6

Pairing: Chad x Reader x Ethan

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning: smut obvi, exhibitionism, voyeur! Chad, p in v smut, dubcon bc everyone is drunk, switch!reader, switch!Ethan, & dom!Chad

A/N: I'm in love with Jack Champion. There. I said it. But, trust, I will have him. Give me like, until August 17th, 2023. I'll come back with an update.

You don't recognize the guy talking to you.

It could be the alcohol, but he's been talking for what feels like hours and you still don't recognize him. You don't even remember how he cornered you like this, your back against the wall and his arm leaning beside your head.

One second, you were waiting for Ethan to come back from the bathroom, and the next, this guy starts talking to you about...what is he talking to you about?

"Wh-wait," you hold your hand up to stop him, "What are you talking about?"

He blinks at you for a second like you're the one not making sense.

"Oh, uh, crypto. The currency?" He stares at you like he's waiting for it to dawn on you. You stare back.

"Oh. Okay." you bring your cup of Malibu up to your mouth so you don't have to keep talking. You're pretty sure you've heard that word from Ethan before.

Ethan.

You look around the room for your boyfriend now that you remember you have one and the guy starts talking to you again.

It's dark in the basement you're in and the swarm of dancing bodies makes it almost impossible to see.

"'Ave you seen my girlfriend?" You turn to the voice and see a boy drunkenly talking to a dancing couple. You make out the curly hair and recognize him instantly. You pass your cup to the guy.

"Ethan!" He turns to you and grins. It takes him three strides to get to you and you immediately latch onto him. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck and his hands go to your waist.

"What? Is he like your boyfriend or something?" The guy behind you scoffs. You forgot all about him.

"Oh! Ethan, this is..." You blank on his name. Wait. Did you ever know it?

"Jack." He supplies.

"Jack! And Jack, this is Ethan." You finish with a smile. Now, maybe Ethan can translate whatever the hell Jack was talking about. "He was talking to me about krypton—"

"Crypto.”

"—Crypto."

Ethan hones in on the arm Jack has propped up by your head and his eyes go hard in a way you've never seen before. If you didn't know any better, you would think he sobered up.

"But I'm sure he's done talking, right?" He asks, but it doesn't really sound like a question. The guy—Jack, tries to size him up, but Ethan's taller than him. And you finally convinced him to wear that shirt you liked that showed off his arms.

"Yeah, whatever. Bitch was ugly anyway." He stomps away. You didn't catch that last part, but Ethan did.

He stares after him with that same look on his face. It makes you uneasy, but it could just be the rum.

"Missed you." You play with his hair and that draws his gaze back to you. He laughs.

"Been looking for you for like," he pauses for a second and thinks, "for like a really long time."

"'M here now. So, what're you gonna do with me?" You press up against him and feel something pressing into your stomach. You're happy to know he's just as needy as you.

You've always been a touchy drunk, but it's only tripled since you started dating him. And Ethan, who is already clingy, always relishes in your affection. You take his hand and slide it up your thigh, under the hem of your dress, and to your bare pussy.

"No underwear." He says into your hair, sliding his middle finger up and down your slit. Your thighs twitch around his hand.

"Easy access." You can't stop yourself from humping against his hand and you gasp when your movements make the tip of his finger dip inside of you. You're so wet that he doesn't even have to wait to push his ring finger in with his middle.

"That feel good?" He asks while you moan into his mouth when he curls his thick fingers along your walls. You can't even think of a response other than a moan. The sound of him pistoning his fingers inside of you is loud to your own ears but drowned out by the music.

You whine when he pulls his hand away.

"C'mere." He takes your hand and holds it tight as he pulls you through the crowd, but not towards the stairs. He pulls you further into the basement to a corner with a vacant couch.

It's darker here, secluded. He turns back to you with a boyish smile and you smirk. You push him onto the couch and you don't wait for him to settle before you straddle his thighs.

You kiss up his neck and nip at his jaw. It's his turn to whine when you pull away.

You hook your fingers under his waistband. "Can I?"

He nods his head enthusiastically. "Definitely. Yes, yeah."

You unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper. He hisses as you pull him out through the slit in his boxers. He's warm and heavy in your hand.

His chest heaves and he looks up at you with his big, brown eyes as you lightly trail your nail along the vein that runs up his shaft. You can just make out how flushed his tip is and you rub your finger across it.

"You're so wet." You giggle and he bucks into your hand. You could keep teasing him, but you're just as desperate as him.

You hike your dress up and line his head up with your slit. You lower yourself down slowly, then all at once. Ethan lets out a punched-out breath and his hands hold onto your thighs. Blunted nails dig into your skin and you rise up and down.

"You love me, baby?" He nods into your neck, arms wrapped tight around your back. You both grind against each other and he grabs your hips moving you against him harder and faster than you could have alone.

You throw your head back with a moan while he mumbles incoherently into your neck. "So good. You feel so good."

"Guys!" You look over your shoulder and see Chad pushing through the crowd, a bottle of vodka he brought with him to the party in hand. "I've been looking all over for you." He grins down at the two of you.

"Hi, Chad." You greet him breathlessly with a dopey grin and he pauses. You bite your lip when Ethan bucks up into you and Chad's eyes go to your mouth.

"You two been over here the entire time?" You nod and you and Ethan both look up at him with lidded eyes, pupils blown.

The couch bounces, moving you and Ethan as Chad sits beside you. He's so close that his thigh presses against yours and Ethan fidgets under you.

You look down at him and he's flushed a pretty red under the neon lights.

"Pretty boy." You say and soothe your thumb across his cheek as he half-heartedly complains. You know he loves the attention.

Chad takes the cap off the bottle and takes it to the head. You track the way his Adam's apple bobs when he swallows and Ethan's grip on your hips tighten.

"Wanna shot?" He asks you and you nod. "Open." He says and you do. You tip your head back and open your mouth wide enough for him to pour the Svedka in. It burns on the way down, making your head spin and chest warm.

"Ethan?"

"Ye–yeah, yeah," he clears his throat, "I'll take a shot." Ethan opens his mouth like you did, but a little dribbles out the side of his mouth and down his chin. You lean forward to lick it up and he almost chokes. You can't help it when you start rocking back and forth, he's just so deep inside of you.

Chad laughs and you both look at him confused.

"You're not exactly being subtle." He gives a pointed look to where your dress hides where you and Ethan are connected. You clench around him and he lays his head along the back of the couch, eyes closed and lips parted.

"Well," he leans back and puts his arm behind Ethan's head, "Don't stop now." You look back to Ethan and you both have the same dumbfounded look on your faces. You're not against it and Ethan shrugs. Which is surprising, since he's definitely the jealous type.

You're hesitant at first, but as soon you rise, you forget all about being watched. You drop back down and gasp.

"Fuck," Ethan swears as you ride him. Your thighs already burn, but you push through it.

You open your eyes at the feeling of your dress lifting. His eyes are locked on where you're leaving a circle of white at the base of Ethan's dick.

"You're creamin' on him." He grins up at you like he's giving commentary on a play and not on how wet you are. "Here, bite." You moan at the command. He brings the hem of your dress to your mouth and you bite down.

"I wanna enjoy the view."

[urmom2bitch]

I love you (C.S)

A/N: This is my first ficccc I honestly don't like it but Yolo. Also this was supposed to be an angst but it kinda changed to a fluff!

Warnings⚠️!!!: Crying, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, cursing, use of y/n and yeah I think that's!

It's around 12 am and Chris went to another part without me this week all because according to him I would ruin his chances with the girls.

"Look kid I know the past few party's I've gone to I told you you couldn't come but, I kinda wanna get laid and you'll scare the bitches away"

"Jesus Chris don't get too drunk please"

"you know I will" Chris laughs as he walks out the door

Cute little time skip

After 2 hours of sitting in Chris's room Nick barged in.

"bitch there's no way he went to another party without you to get pussy" He said almost yelling

"it's not a big deal, Nick He has needs"

"I'm not dealing with his drunk ass tonight kid."

After that we hung out and watched a movie till we heard

"Go fuck yourself bitch!" Followed by a car door slamming

All three of us instantly ran outside knowing it was Chris.

"Holy shit Chris what the fuck happened!" Nick yelled at the top of his lungs

"this really big dude got told me he was gonna hurt y/n if I kept talking to her so I hit him and fuck he hit back" he stumbled over his worlds as he talked with tears falling down his face

"baby I'm sorry I didn't let you come with me" Chris said in-between sobs

I couldn't even process what he said before I spoke

"it's okay Hun c'mon let's get you to bed"

After I cleaned Chris up I laid him down so he could go to sleep.

"Y/n I think I love you" he spoke as he opened his eyes slightly

"well we've been best friends since we were 5 I wouldn't expect less" I laughed while playing with his hair

"No Y/n I love you I really do" he said trying not to stutter

"Say that when you're sober hunny" I laughed slightly

"N-no y/n I mean it I really do I really fuckin do" he started crying again and sat up looking me in the eyes

"it's easy for you to say that now but you are also very drunk and you need to sleep hunny. We can talk in the morning" I said wiping his tears

"fine"

A/n- I borderline hate this but oh well 😭😭

@lustfulslxt

[bengiyo]

Laws of Attraction Eps 1 and 2 Stray Thoughts

For @lurkingteapot, @negrowhat, and @troubled-mind, here are some highlights from the voice recordings Bestie and I sent to the chat while we were watching the first two episodes.

Episode 1

Ben: They were death-flagging on this child, so David and I decided to take the over-under on how long it would take this child to die. We gave it five minutes. So, two minutes later.... David: They ran over that child like Wile E. Coyote!

David: I can't go to Thailand. Ben: I'm scared! I'm really scared!

Ben: I'm so excited. This is giving everything. We got a kid run over by a car after death flagging six different ways, and David's like that list better not be in that bag! Cuts to the bag. The list is covered in blood. David: This is a Mexican telenovela!!

Episode 2

Ben: Let's talk about this sandwich. This man put all this presentation into a single sandwich, which he cut in half! Then split between the two of them, garnished with a piece of lettuce, a slice of tomato, and a ton of onion....along with some orange juice from concentrate?? With bread that looks like it was burnt to within in inch of its life on a George Foreman Grill..... This man is insane.... Like we already knew that. This man is as insane as Bill in Kill Bill 2 using a whole chef's knife to spread mayonnaise on a sandwich.

Ben: Okay, David, you were correct. I'll give you a Clowned Correctly award. David said that that man is not touching him because he's insane and he absolutely wants that man to want him when he finally fucks him. I love it though! He's like, "You were drunk, and you puked on yourself. So I removed your clothes to clean you up, and lusted. I sure did! But I didn't touch you! Because that would get me 4-20 year in prison. And they're not gonna have my ruffles and bubble baths in prison." David: "I'm a not-so-secret luxurious bitch. I don't DO cells." Ben: This high sadity mofo's like, "Uh-uh. But! Since you're sober now!" David: "Let's talk!!" Ben: I love this man. David: "Good! What's really good?"

Ben: Not this man getting out of this car... David: With the gayest shirt! Ben: What the fuck is going on with this collar and these overlong goddamn sleeves? This man is a menace. David: This is giving, "Give me shirt but also a Faustian nightmare." Ben: He looks like someone just popped a can of cinnamon rolls. David: I can't want more for you than you want for yourself. Ben: I...am overdone...with this show... David: And not champagne colored! You're a gay man! You know better! Ben: Look how it's sitting on his shoulders! This is a travesty!

Ben: I know we comment on how unhinged this man is in every scene, but why is he taking the One Ring to Mordor as well?

Ben: This is the least insane he's looked in this show, and that's saying something. We've been here for nine hours.

Ben: I see why @ginnymoonbeam said this show might be for the KinnPorsche enjoyers because this is now the next show where we've watched a father slap his son in the most bitchless way possible. David: Slaps always come in threes! The first is your first salvo. The second, this time, is aiming to fuck up some real estate. The third is the disrespect.

David: They clearly defined her relationship with her employees. They are not afraid of her. If these are hoes, they feel taken care of. Ben: I don't know what the relationship is between Organ and Silvy's characters, but I hope we get to see them fuck on screen. David: If we don't, why am I here? I require women doing filthy shit to each other. I can get BL anywhere. I came to see women doing shameful things with each other. I came here for Jennifer Tilly and Gina Gershon in Bound. I did not come here for the Bridges of Madison County. Ben: Girl you ain't never lie!

David: I'm here for this. The unapologetic sissiness is what I live for. He had me when he pulled out that little gun. "Now, I can date you, but I can also put you down like a dog." You know there's nothing I love more than Gays With Guns. Look at God. Won't he do it. Ben: God had nothing to do with iQIYI.

[lonesomedotmp3]

right ok. I'm so exhausted I think it's making my anger a lot more composed but I'm ummmm actually really angry! haha! text message guy was being a fucking dickhead all night with his stupid dickhead friend who keeps egging him on and sharing stupid unfunny offensive jokes where the joke is just like fucking. saying the word aids or pedophile or whatever. proper juvenile shit genuinely I don't Get what is funny. well they were drunk so that's the answer I guess. and then they doing the guy thing and the drunk thing of being overly friendly in a way that's making fun of you being kind of rude and being fucking. attention seeking. and loud and interrupting me and my friend (who was a fucking godsend except for a moment we'll get to in a second 😐) who were just being chill and watching the live music. and it goes on so much longer than anticipated I'm tired I only basically went because I wanted to show my friends they should still invite me to stuff LOL and because a potential new friend was gonna be there too. but that's not relevant except to let you know my I was already not in a bitchy mood by any means I was just sort of ready to Go. and I left my stuff in my (chill) friend's room on campus so we all (chill friend, text message guy, his twat friend) went there. and they would not stop with these stupid jokes over and over and I was like " 😐 you literally have three jokes" and in response the twat friend said "no like I was saying I'm not even drunk I'm sober rn" just to give you a sense of what I was dealing with in terms of conversation. and I was over it I wanted to fucking leave but they kept going even in the hallway while my chill friend went to the loo. I don't remember specifically what set it off but I had already stopped acknowledging them/humouring them at all I just ignored them then it got bad enough I walked off. and those stupid cunts FOLLOWED ME . and were like teeee tee we're sorryyy 😥😥😥 in that stupid childish drunk way and I was like I'm fine it's fine I just need to go. and they could tell I was mad at this point. and fucking text message guy. has the AUDACITY. to go "aw, come on tee, you know we love you"

😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😑😑😑

and I, admittedly in a manner that made me feel for a brief moment like a Bad Bitch, replied without missing a beat: "yeah I know- you fucking texted it to me, remember?"

and then it was out there!!!!! I said it finally I was just so angry and frankly I did say it to try and hurt him and embarrass him I'll say it lol because I felt fucking embarrassed that whole night and with the whole stupid ordeal anyway. and there was SUCH a relief. like ok I said it it's out. I said it EXPLICITLY. There was no way to misinterpret what I just said to him even with him drunk like that. I did the hard thing I did the confrontation now I should get the reward of finding out what the fuck is his problem. and he delays for a moment, still with mothballs in his skull, and then goes "oh" but like not an "oh shit" oh more like he was just remembering it and he LAUGHS and goes "...and you sent the question mark...?" and EYE say "and you never fucking explained what that was, yeah" and I was fucking fuming I was heated I wasn't yelling but like. I was mad. lowkey wish chill friend was there I think their reaction would have been crazy. sorry I luv to narrativise my stupid life! anyway. and he's just like oh yeah. and then laughs. and goes. 😐😐😐😐😐. he goes, "well I guess you'll never know." all smug. and I wanted to break his neck. like it's not even that there's any truth to it you fucking gave it away you admitted it was a message to me you admitted you saw the text back you admitted that these were all deliberate choices! If not now than in a second when you keep fucking talking. but the way he said it like it was so funny keeping that from me. when I was so stressed about it and about protecting HIS feelings. fuck him oh my god.

but yeah so he does that and then the twat who caught only half of it and is using negative percents of his brain is like wait what message! what message! and text guy laughs and just goes haha just a message I sent to show my appreciation for tee! and the twat is like you're such a sap man. or something to that effect. I'm literally doing deep breathing rn typing this fucking hell. and of course coming out of the loo chill friend hears ONLY this small bit and I don't know now if they understood at any point that I was no longer kind of tired and annoyed by what I will extremely generously call their "drunk antics," but instead was seriously pissed. but they go, at this point thinking everything is still chill and a laugh, "what, are you two an item now?" and I just felt so small and miserable. and I just muttered "ask fucking [guy's name]" and kept moving I wanted to scream. because still he could not just be fucking straight with me and was messing me about for no reason at all. and by the time our paths diverged I just sort of loudly went BYE! without any sentimentality or individual goodbyes as they went to a bar and I went on my way home. and then I immediately called my friend and yelled about this so loudly and viciously I'm sure the entirety of the fucking city heard about it. I literally was like "hey it's late I hope you're not busy or trying to sleep" and as soon as she said she could talk I went. I hope the guy who sent me that fucking text kills himself. and I mean it.

[rottenpumpkin13]

drunk AGSCZ, but with sober s/o. Thanks!

Drunk ASGZC With A Sober S/O

Angeal: He's shamelessly flirting with them and being uncharacteristically cocky. Drunk Angeal has endless confidence and thinks he can defeat anything. His S/O is busy making sure Angeal doesn't accidentally say something too suggestive to an authority figure or jump from a significant height because he's convinced he can fly.

Genesis: Asides from suggestive remarks, says whatever comes to mind, so he's practically screaming all of his most controversial opinions while his S/O is desperately trying to cover his mouth. He's also yelling Loveless down the street and will flirt with a cop and/or pretend he's a prostitute. Gotta watch out for Gin-esis. He'll get you both arrested.

Sephiroth: He gets drunk and starts giving sermons on whatever topic comes to mind. He will talk his S/O's ear off, and it will be about a niche topic such as why time and space swap in black holes, or the breeding cycles of penguins. His S/O is patiently trying to get him into bed, meanwhile Sephiroth's just "but THE PENGUINS"

Cloud: Drunk Cloud is either very cuddly and wants attention OR he's so out of it and dissociative that his S/O has to keep an eye on him at all times. If they don't, they'll find Cloud stumbling halfway down the street. "Where are you off to, honey?" "I'm going to Jupiter." "What are you going to do in Jupiter, Cloud?" "I'm gonna punch Sephiroth in the FACE!"

his S/O prays every time he drinks that they'll get teddy bear Cloud and not Average Florida Man Cloud.

Zack: Drunk Zack is convinced everyone is flirting with his S/O. He will pick a fight with the lamp post, swing his fist wrong, then land on his face. His S/O is trying to drag him back inside while Zack screams at the lamp post "YEAH, YOU BETTER RUN. NO ONE FLIRTS WITH MY S/O, BITCH!" He's also holding them super close at all times and glaring at anyone who looks at them.

[butmakeitgayblog]

Ok, you can’t just imply about our precious midwestern baby and dr handsome fighting, any type of angst does not belong in their beautiful world🥺

What would be their fist fight about? How would the reconciliation play out?

They have squabbles before it. Little tiffs and instances of butting heads. Huffing matches over a collection of somethings trivial, rolling eyes and pouting silences in the car. They're both incredibly stubborn and strong-willed women. It just kinda comes with the territory.

It helps that they're very, very good at the making up part by now 😏

But the thing is that they're getting serious. Like... really serious.

The kind of actually starting to make life plans together for the future caliber of serious. Their first anniversary has already come and passed and Lexa spends more time at Clarke's house than she does her own anymore. It's been months since they've spent a single night not sharing a bed. Lexa has her own entire dresser in Clarke's bedroom, not just a measly single drawer.

So they serious. And they had both apparently thought they were on the same page.

Clarke, unfortunately, realizes that they truly were not.

Because she had just casually been talking about maybe getting an apartment together some time down the road. Maybe a cat too, because dogs tend to take up too much room. But god, what if they want kids? More than one, because she hated being a single child. How would they even make that work in a one bedroom?

It takes a couple minutes for her to realize Lexa has grown entirely silent. Just sitting there, staring at her with that blank face mask she gets when she's thinking something important. The same damn face that doesn't give Clarke any kind of idea what the hell that 'something' could possibly be.

After some coaxing and an honest to god staring contest just to get her to fucking speak, Lexa just says like it should be obvious:

"Clarke, babe... I'm never gonna move away from here."

And that's... That's just... it. That's the long and short of it. The needle in the balloon of all of the ideas Clarke had been constructing in her head over the last few months. Because she'd thought Lexa knew this job was only ever supposed to be temporary? She thought it was a given that she'd practice here a few years and then move on to another city once she had more experience under her belt. To an actual city. One that doesn't run their water system from a goddamn well...

So it's a pretty big fucking deal when Lexa just calmly says that uh, no, she wasn't aware of that plan. And that, no, she doesn't have any intention of following Clarke if she ever does decide to go.

It's like a punch to the gut and like the world has tipped sideways, and unfortunately, Clarke has a tendency to react to fear and hurt with anger. Which is how it comes to the point of her not-really-shouting, but almost shouting, about how she can't believe this is even happening. Because goddammit Lexa? You're really going to live here your entire life? Here? The place that has one fucking gas station and no grocery store? You're really going to spend your entire life just playing servant to these fucking people whose idea of showing gratitude is to just start bitching about their next problem the second you've fixed this one while they hand you a lukewarm beer?? Your entire life is going to be drunk ass Big Ed calling at 3am asking for a sober ride and— and— and cookouts and little league games and book drives and—

That is just about the time Lexa has had enough 👀. Because Yes, ClarKe, that's exactly what her life is, and it's exactly what her life will always be, because that's who she is. She'd been clear from the start that this was her home, and that these were her people. And fine, maybe they're a little backwards in some ways and yes there's a lot more to be done, but that's exactly why she does what she does. Before her this town didn't even have a damn stop sign, much less any of the other fifty thousand improvements she's implemented. She's made their lives better and she likes knowing that, and wants to keep making it better for the generation that will take over after her. This is little town is her clan. She has a legacy here. She knows what it's like to grow up in a nowhere town that barely has enough resources to function. She's spent the last 10 years of her life working to never let another kid here have to feel those kinds of struggles.

She has no intention of just abandoning all that.

It culminates in Clarke storming out of her own house because,,, Lexa had already chosen to dismiss herself to the bedroom with only a somber, "I love you, Clarke. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. And the last thing in the world I want is to hold you back. But at the same time... I want— I want so many things with you. I want all of it. I want all of you... But you can't ask me to leave."

[canyonkingdom]

if you don't like excessive swearing, and, yknow, murder (cnsidering the show i'm writing for), i recommend you scroll

all good? alr

presenting robocar poli but;

you're all going to hell

the day after, 8:27 am

Spooky had always been weird.

Unimaginable stupidity was a ploy for him. Nothing was impossible when it came to his tiny mind and his impoverished grasp on common sense.

But in this situation, it seemed to be the right decision believing him.

"Are you sure?" Poli asked once again, eyeing the pile of cement near miles from Spooky's home.

"I- i'm a hundred percent sure, Poli! This can't be some kind of weird coincidence!" Spooky frantically retaliated. "I heard weird noises and..."

Murders in Broomstown were incredibly rare.

the day when it happened, 11:57 pm

Midnight struck as Bruner chugged on another shot of booze. Everyone was practically drunk off their mind. Well, except Poke.

Bruner was still slightly sober when he spoke, "Oh, God. I think I'm on my twentieth shot."

Poke tensed up as he and Bruner were the only ones awake at the moment. Everyone passed out or was muttering something stupid in their dreams. Poke simply smiled at the ongoing drunk infront of him.

Bruner came to his senses and looked at Poke in the eyes. "Come on, dude, i'm not that drunk yet!" Bruner said as he placed his shot glass down. "Let's drive ourselves home, you look like you want to die in a matter of seconds."

Poke sighed in relief.

"We're taking Mickey's vehicle." Bruner stated, the drunk kicking in his voice. Poke wanted to argue, but instead complied hesitantly, as he knew how arguing with drunk Bruner would be like. "Fuck, you're driving, Poke."

As they got into their respective seats, they drove off away from the site, leaving the others with a sick hangover. Bruner looked at the side mirror, Mickey drunkenly fumbles his way trying to follow his vehicle, but stumbles into a pile of logs Bruner forgot to place inside the site. He chuckled, but his smile faded when Mickey got back up.

"We should've took mine." Bruner groaned. "Shit."

Poke looked at him with all the concern of a mother and a face that said told you so in the most condescending tone.

"Are we gonna help him?" he said in sign language, before scurrying to hold the wheel again.

"Mmmm... hell no." Bruner said with the smallest amount of worry. "He can handle himself. He never helped me when he took my vehicle and I was practically limping across a fucking pile of thorns drunkenly while he continued driving away."

Poke fought the urge to help Mickey. The dude was practically suffering on the road. He suddenly stopped the cement mixer and held the door handle.

"Come on." Poke was smiling.

Bruner wasn't having any of it.

"Oh, come on, fucking hell, Poke." he groaned, and dragged Poke out of the driver's seat, leaving him shocked. "I'm driving."

Poke's eyes widened horrifyingly, as his legs were on Bruner's lap and his head hit the window in the passengers seat, he eyed bottles of gin tucked under the vehicle. He quickly grabbed one and showed it to Bruner, pointing his finger to the bottle then to the drunk in a terrified manner.

"I know i'm fucking drunk, Poke. I'm just-" the cement mixer started driving again. "-getting revenge on this bitch."

Poke knew it was gonna be horrible.

Bruner drove so fast that Poke couldn't sit straight as he kept hitting his head. His hands tried taking control of the wheel, but his position prevented him from doing it. The bottles broke as Bruner did a hard turn, completely forgetting the weight of the vehicle. This wasn't some race car one can throw around.

Poke appalled at the many households they were probably interuppting and breaking their sleep right now. They might call the rescue team, which he really, really hoped. They can fix this problem. Even under the hands of a coldblooded psychopath.

(Yeah, right. You puny bitch.)

If only he could speak, Poke would be screaming slurs at Bruner.

Bruner took a right turn into Apple street. The momentum slowed down. Bruner looked at the side mirror again, Mickey was nowhere on the road. His drunk ass laughed, and Poke was just glad he didn't crash into anything. He was so happy he could cry.

The drive went slowly after that. Bruner parked near an empty area of the street.

"Why're you crying?" Bruner asked as he helped Poke up into a tolerable position after the one he suffered through.

Poke slapped Bruner, leaving a red mark on his cheek as he continued sobbing, happy that he's alive after the ruckus.

"You fucking said we're going home and you take the wheel and almost got us in danger! You should've let me drive further!" Poke said in sign language, fuming so hard. He could almost slam his feet on the ground if he didn't notice the copious amount of glass shards and spilling booze under his feet. He quickly put away the glass behind with his boots.

"Come on, now. I had to take my revenge on poor old Mickey." Bruner laughed as he leaned back on the seat.

Poke continued sobbing until he calmed down when Bruner popped open another bottle that didn't break when his driving skills were put to the test. He rolled his eyes. "Another one?" he looked at Bruner, unsurprised. Bruner shrugged.

While he enjoys another bottle, Poke spots something in the distance. He tapped Bruner's right arm as he motions him to look at their front.

It was two glowing red lights in the middle of the road.

"That's not something you see everyday." Bruner muttered.

The creature (?) looked oddly familiar, a faint white and pink outline emerged from the glowing light.

"It could possibly fucking kill us." Poke looked at him as his hands did frantic sign language. He was clearly scared. Bruner could feel the quiver in his movements.

"Shit." he stepped on the gas pedal, rerouting the cement mixer to parking, and tried to turn around. Poke kept his eye wide and terrified on the fascinating specimen, not moving an inch. But it seemed like it did as the body was... floating closer?

Poke repeatedly tapped Bruner's shoulder as a sign to hurry up. Bruner couldn't keep his eyes of the specimen as well. "I'm trying!" he shouted as he reached a consensus. "I'm gonna get going-"

In their utter panic, Bruner realized the state of his drunkeness.

"You should drive this-"

Poke didn't care at that point. He signaled Bruner to keep going. As the other kept the car going, Poke kept watching the specimen, staring in the distance as Bruner wobbly drove the cement mixer, almot htting a tree.

"Are we getting the fuck away-" Bruner said, out of breath. Poke nodded frantically. Bruner sighed in relief as he kept his shitty driving up. He stopped near an empty street. "Let's switch places."

But before the two could do that, a loud bang conversed on the driver's seat door.

"Oh my God. The thing caught up to us-"

"Fucking hell, you two!" Mickey shouted, angrily drunk.

"Oh."

Mickey caught up to the two.

the day after, 8:54 am

"Spooky saw a guy get killed." Posty said nonchalantly.

"What?" Cap fathomed, almost slamming his hands on Posty's office table. "What the fuck?"

"Yeah." Posty added, "Dude got dumped in cement! Shame."

"Y- you sound like you don't care." Cleany quivered.

"I don't. It's not my fault that the guy got killed!"

"Who are they?" Cleany asked.

"Don't know. The rescueteam are still tryna carve out the person."

"Yeah, yeah, but why?" Cap asked, genuinely confused. He sat down on Posty's office chair. "Why did this shit happen now? It's not everyday someone dies in town-"

"Y'know, I bet it was her." Posty snickered as he forced himself next to Cap, causing the other to frown at his sight. "It makes a lot of fucking sense. A thief, murderer, she's probably planning her next heist about right fucking now-"

"Y- you guys are s- scaring me..." Cleany shoehorned in, looking away from the two.

"It's probably true, though!" Cap agreed, standing up the seat causing Posty to flop on the chair, earning an unintentional moan.

the day when it happened, 12:14 am

"How the fuck- how did you - how are you here?" Bruner asked, incredibly bewildered. He swore he got away from Mickey really quickly.

"Get out of my fucking car!" Mickey shouted so loudly he could've woken the neighbors meters away.

"You idiot, you're drunk!" Bruner spat back. "You shouldn't be driving-"

Poke gave him a contradicting look.

Mickey dropped the bottle and held the door so tightly he could've torn it off, as he lunged towards Bruner. He was truly drunk out of his mind.

"Fuck off!" he aggresively grabbed Bruner's polo and tried pulling him out of the vehicle. But Bruner persisted,

by grabbing onto Poke.

Poke jumped when Bruner's grubby hands reached for his shoulders, ultimately dragging him out of the vehicle along with Bruner no matter how hard his skinny fingers tried to work off Bruner's grip.

The two wereslammed to the ground, Bruner inflicting the most damage as he fell face first on the concrete pavement, while Poke landed on Bruner's soft body before he rolled off in a significantly softer landing.

Mickey hastily got in his vehicle, not a care for the two below him. Bruner groaned as he got up, hearing the sound of the car driving away. He spotted Mickey struggling to drive in a straight path, hitting trash cans and trees, eventualy stopping the vehicle in a random spot where the two's vision could still picture them.

"Fucking idiot."

Poke stood up not long after. He didn't apprieciate Mickey's outburst and Bruner's attempt at saving himself that ultimately led to their demise. He wanted to punch Bruner so badly, but kept his palm open.

"Let's walk home, Poke." Bruner said, looking up at the night sky.

He tapped Bruner's shoulder.

"We should follow Mickey."

Bruner rolled his eyes. "Hell no. He's gonna learn his lesson."

Poke looked dead serious. He grabbed Bruner's wrist and pulled it, practically begging him to go.

Bruner sighed. "Fine." he said unwillingly. "But-" he wiggled his arm out of Poke's grip. "Remember that glowing thing?"

Poke visibly went numb.

"Yeah, Mickey went that fucking direction." They both eyed the road behind them. "We're fucked if we go there, man. It might be close by."

"Don't be dramatic. It's far away from there." Poke glared at him.

"Oh, fine."

The two run to the cement mixer.

the day after, 8:39 am

Roy kept drilling into the block of cement, breaking chucks every minute.

"Are you sure there's someone in here, Spooky?" Roy asked as he looked back at Spooky, who looked like he was about to contemplate life.

"I'm sure! My eyes weren't fooling around!" Spooky lamented, slighlty cowerivng.

"Sure they were." Posty sarcastically remarked, rolling his eyes that it could reach the back of his head. "Why's a big fucking-"

"Language." Amber simply warned, eyeing Posty with a hard glare.

"Fine. Why is a big fricking block of cement inside a grassy area? That's so stu-" he earned another glare from Amber. "-so out of place when you think about it."

"I know, right?" Helly said cheerfully despite the triumph of a possible murder in their hands. "They could've hid the body underground instead of placing it inside a easily spotted cement pile-"

"Helly." Amber said, now serious. Helly immediately quieted down as he took more pictures with the camera in his hands.

"Whatever. This sounds like a fluke. I'm out." Posty reckoned, walking back to his mailvan.

How disrespectful.

the day when it happened, 12:20 am

Mickey was a mess.

Bruner dragged him out of the vehicle. "Come on, dude. You may be a bitch but you can stand up on your own feet." he joked.

Mickey shoved him the middle finger. "Fuck you."

Poke stood before them, anxious of his surroundings.

"C'mere, Poke. Help me with this." Bruner practically demanded, being half drunk himself.

Poke unwillingly came to their rescue and helped Mickey up on his own feet, yet Micked shoved them away ungratefully.

"Told you we should've fucking left him." Bruner murmured to Poke, glancing at him. But he froze.

Glowing red eyes were dragging itself behind the unsuspecting Poke.

"Oh, shit."

Poke tilted his head, seemingly confused. "What is it?" he gestured.

The creature started to lunge at him.

"Look out!"

Bruner hastily pushed Poke out of the way, creating a disaster for them as Bruner toppled the latter, ending with him on top of Poke.

"What the fuck?" Mickey simply said. The fine specimen then revealed itself.

Poke could only wish he was dreaming.

"A- amber?"

Bruner harshly whispered as he looked behind. The pink and white ambulance, who was kind and caring in the daylight, had revealed herself to be a terrifying sight.

"Amber? Fuck, help me over here, will you?" Mickey bravely spat to the robot towering over him. "Those shits barely did a fucking thing."

But Amber looked different.

(Not caring, not sweet, just pure terror looming over her.)

"What? Are you just gonna stand there? Fucking get me checked and drive me home, you bitch!"

Bruner began worrying. "Dude, don't say that-"

"Oh, fuck you, Bruner!" Mickey rasped, "You two haven't done a single good thing tonight! You almost hit me with a bottle of vodka, dragged Poke to steal my truck, and I had to fuck over my way to you guys and his bitch right here refuses to help me!"

The two got tense.

"Mickey, stop." Bruner simply said. He slowly walked up. "Let's just fuck off home and-"

"Like you have the common sense to-"

Poke only set his eyes on Amber. She looked awfully eerie and unmoving, something all of them didn't expect. She didn't even try to cool down the fight forming between two idiots.

Then she,

lunged at them.

The ambulance zoomed through the two, hitting them both painfully. Bruner and Mickey tumbled down separated directions, both holding their faces tightly to ease the pain.

"Ah, fuck!" They shouted in surprising unison.

Bruner's mind was clouded in dread as Amber hit the cement mixer. He was in utter shock as the robot's head slowly turned at his face.

His incredibly,

horrified,

face.

"Oh, shit."

Amber ran to him like he was a wanted criminal. Bruner tried crawling away as he didn't have enough time to stand up.

Poke was dumbfounded and absolutely scared shitless. His eyes scurried between his two friends, the one unconcsious and the other escaping death. He boggled about which one to save.

Which one...

the day after, 9:34 am

"This is taking forever." Roy complained.

The drill was in full power, yet they could only go so far as to half of the block of cement. The rest were already bored waiting for the outcome and left Roy to suffer by himself.

Well, except Amber.

"Do you mind if I help you?" she asked, a hopeful smile plastered on her robot exterior.

"No need, Amber." Roy said, exhausted from his workload. "I can handle this myself. You should go back to base with Helly and Poli."

"And leave you here?" Amber said, "I would never, Roy! I like watching you do these tiring workload!"

"Even if it will take up most of your lifespan."

Amber chuckled.

"As long as it's you, i'm glad to spend my time moping around."

A smile rised on Roy's face.

Before the fun culd continue, the drill hit an unexpected piece of plastic. It bounced off as Roy jumped from the friction. "What the hell?"

He looked down the hole to check.

"No."

the day when it happened, XX:XX

"Why, Poke?"

They were rattling in a bush for the past minute, shaking in fear of the robot out in the wild.

"Why?" Bruner repeated, his voice slightly louder.

Poke pressed his hands together, inclining a response.

"I don't know."

"Was it because I was closer to you? Am I just less of an asshole-"

Poke signaled for him to shut up when he heard the clink of metal scrape across the grass.

"Shit."

Bruner and Poke slipped their heads slightly out of the bush. An unconscious Mickey is set aside next to Amber, who was digging a hole. The cement mixer's tube was facing Amber and the to-be-created hole.

"Is she gonna bury him alive?" Bruner said, completely unfazed.

Poke didn't have time for Bruner's bullshit. His blood ran cold every dig. He tapped Bruner's shoulder.

"We need to escape right fucking now."

Bruner pressed his lips into a fine line. "I'm not watching someone die."

Slowly but surely, they crawled away from the unfolding crime scene.

A loud thud stopped them.

Bruner turned around, looking at Mickey's hanging body held up by a robot arm. He held Poke's hair and sloshed him to the ground. "Look." he muttered.

Poke gave him a panic-striken, irritated look. They were about to escape being the next victim, but he was forced out of his own will to watch someone die, not to mention the fact that Bruner contradicted his own words previously stated.

Mickey's body was carelessly dropped into the impressively speedily digged up hole. Judging by the sound of the drop, Poke could've imagined it to be six feet deep.

Poke desperately wanted to tell Bruner to get going, it only sufficed due to the risk of being caught.

Suddenly, Amber walked up to the cement mixer and ripped open the door. The faint crank of a lever could be heard.

"Oh."

"She's killing him,

by suffocating him

in-"

Cement slushed out of the tube.

"Ugh..." Mickey's voice cracked. "Wha- what the fuck-"

Poke could feel the terror.

"He's gonna drown in cement." Bruner murmured.

"You're not living another day." Amber's voice said, so different from her usual sweet tone, so-

tragic.

Cement poured down while Mickey screams slowly, painfully muffled.

the day after, 3 pm

"I still can't believe that was Mickey's body." Helly muttered, the numbness circulating.

"What kind of horrible monster would do such a thing?" Amber weeped.

She sat in her designated chair, plotting down all the patrol areas.

Her face was stoic.

She didn't care.

"May Mickey rest in peace, and whoever killed him go to hell." Mr. Builder said with pure rage and sadness.

Bruner and Poke silently looked at each other.

Bruner moved closer to Poke's ear.

"Should we tell the rescue team?"

"Should we tell her?"

-///-

the long awaited chapter one has sufficed from the dead

eat up imaginary audience

and you must be wondering, how the hell did spooky see the murder unfold? you gotta wait another week /j